Vita, ville

I remember when we couldn’t sleep,
Would only slumber by threat, or
Deference to others who sooner succumbed.
We walked the night instead, under amber lit
Vapor trails and smoke, and wondered,
Where was another place, to go?
Do we test the police, giving curfew chase,
Just to sneak to the convenience store, broke,
For nothing more than the thrill?
Bundled in hoodies, we survived somehow
Those flirtations with damnation,
In many a spring night’s chill.

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