“Memory Lane”
funny how the strangest
things can jar loose
a memory, prying it
from deep within some
hidden part of the
mind, a cold, clear night
taking me back to
other cold, clear nights
where I was younger
and more foolish and
sometimes in love, the
kind of nights that
are perfect for forty
ounces and skateboarding
and all sorts of
youthful craziness
