The Street I Grew Up On
A strait-away lane on the south side of the tracks
tracks of Wheatie kids bouncing in circus yards,
yards, not barbered lawns. Yards are to trample on.
On any particular cob-webbed night,
night of shadow-creatures, the two-legged Wolf emerges,
emerges from the black, and we scream,
scream in delerious delight.
Written for: Free Write Friday #FWF Kellie Elmore