pebbled steps
the sweet smell of
an unidentifiable plant
wooden boards
creek under our feet
as our laughter
spills
onto the streets
and the people below
weeds
as tall as your knees
spotted cats make their escape
iron clad backyards
and beautiful people
with tangles in their hair
and in their hearts
new music
on shiny discs
handwritten friendship
and time spent
on ancient flowers
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