girl scout cookies, wet puppy
noses, warm outdoor showers: these shots
of spring litter my memory. childhood tastes
good dripped in nostalgia. you'd agree. they all do.
it's easy to forget the bad times through a past lens.
often,
too easy, we let old sins
fade. simpler to forget. and, you know, those
cookies taste so good. I remember that. you do.
they all do.
roman candle fights in a cul de sac. barbecue in a white shirt.
crushes that don't know your name.
oh, the good old days.