On August afternoons I felt a change in lighting, reminding me that summer had begun to put her toys away.

Down shady streets,

through fields of sun I ran to a good friend waiting on the corner. Screen doors swung wide with welcome

in valley towns

at suppertime. I talk about it now, and call it childhood, but the details are more real to me than any afternoon last week.

Or even yesterday.

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