Walking Distance
In the early gray dawn
Of phosphorescent madness
Let's get married!
The church is steps
From the playground
I'll kiss you with my beads
Around our necks.
We will be bounded
By plastic, colorful love.
We are two 6-year-old boys
And we don't give a hoot
Over why the sun is so bright.
The next thought in our head
Arrives from the brilliant green trees
High, high overhead.
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