Runaways and a Glazed Sky | Jacob Erin-Cilberto
we sat on the hill behind the A&P
and mapped out our lives…
the girls we loved or would love
or were loving at the time
we were teens with dreams
and dreams with Marlboro dialogue
exporting smoke rings into a dark sky
the stars approving or disapproving
of our schemes.
as we waited for the bread truck
and the kind gentleman who felt
sorry for us, running away from home for a night
and gave us donuts
to soothe the pain of life…
then he came…
and we munched on glaze or sugar
supposing we were disposing of our blues
two friends
we sat on the hill behind the A&P
looking into a future
we would never easily find on a shelf
in that store,
not knowing what was in store
for us
looking back, my memory is still life
and i can only remember the names
of some of the girls we knew
and some of the girls we made up
but i know those donuts were real
and the glazed or sugar-coated times
tasted quite good
until the box was empty
the blues gone,
and it was time to walk home.