we sat upon the rickety fence
the one up town beside the old fish market
we sat and looked from side to side
peering up at steady streaming traffic
and down the empty, windswept alleys
we sat and chose a course of action
for none had seemed so obvious til then.
the street so full of cars looked burdensome
and the alleys whispered promises of fun
so we jumped down and ran until we found the alley’s end.
so strange it seems to see it now
that dead end where our hell began
would that we were back at that old fence again
still sitting, still full of possibilities
and i would not be here alone.
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