When we were almost not teenagers any more
I invited you over on a summer day.
We filled Coke cans with water and raced rivulets down my driveway.
We smoked joints and listened to Joni Mitchell and drank white wine, you always partial to Sloe-gin fizz.
You came to the “All Liquor” party and we sat on the stairs. Never kissing, never touching.
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