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    Boy’s find things in the dirt.

    By walt | October 3, 2009

     

     

    Summertime, playing marbles with your little brother

    Lagging crystals, bowlees, and cat’s-eye’s in the dirt

    Hearing the barking of your saxophone

    To the beat of square, circle, triangle, and star shaped notes

    Vibrating through your window screen

    Raked through each tinny opening  freely

    Squawking bluesy rhythms escaped

    Unlike your image hidden  in your dark underworld.

    Us outside free in the sunlight with your music

    Never saw your face, wondered, where you loosing your marbles like me?

    I know now you had found them in that darkness.

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