Saturated sweet honeydew days

and standing at the corner

thinking we were cool

Bottle caps from parking lots

and drinking Coca-Cola

sitting on the stools

Bookmarked memories on

dogeared pages

of mistreated books

Reminded us we were still young

not yet absorbed by

each other's looks

Umbrellas of

conversation

we didn't understand

Long talks at night

in sticky air

holding each other's hands

We were long lost then found

each other in

the jungle of teenage years

We said, "don't shoot," but

they didn't listen or maybe

they didn't have ears