Sunday, November 26, 2017

Knob Hill


We were the gatekeepers of Knob Hill
our secret hideaway
nestled in the small valley 
between the dunes of 13th and 14th 
Halfway from the pavement 
and the shoreline 
where seashells and sea glass
clustered like precious jewels 
Binding us home
Binding us to this home

Eating popcorn, drinking Coca Cola 
watching the sun set
Laughing at nothing
was everything
Howling back at the moon
Counting the ways we could draw
lines between the shooting stars
the magical shooting stars

We built a fort in the sand
under the waxing moon
Chasing the waves as 
they ebbed and pulled time
through our fingertips
We thought we’d live forever
with our youthful salty kisses
Lingering on the storybook pages
we wrote on the walls 
in our memories
In our memory

Time is a curious tease
I still hear your voice
breathless with excitement 
calling me 
to come play outside 
outside 



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