Back in the days
when I lived
on Taylor Street
across the street
from the wonderful
red brick projects
holding youth
sitting on the rooftop
watching clouds sweep by
the madness that came
from welfare checks
and broken laughs of
sorry worms
blinded by their own
delight of simple ignorance
back in a time when
the only way we fell
was upwards

Charles Lara

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