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Two Tin Cans and a String
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

a souvenir of childhood
new best friends
late at night
talking between
clapboard houses
with two tin cans
on a length
of yellow kite string

the days
were warm and sweet
the nights spent
reading Nancy Drew
the Hardy Boys
with a flashlight
under the sheet
when it was
too hot to sleep
let alone dream

crickets chirping
down in the yard
junie bugs flickering
outside the screen
whispered conversations
clapboard houses
just you and me

and hopscotch
my lagger
an old brass skeleton key
on a silver ball chain
ollie ollie oxen free
childhood games
I fell for you that summer
and my life
has never been the same







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