If I could choose one day of my childhood
To live again
It would be one of these long days of summer
That never seem to end
I’d stay outside till the sky finally turned pastel
Then to my bed with the window open
So I could hear the slap of basketballs
On the neighborhood court
And the voices of the older kids
Who played on
It was the best of feelings
Thinking that the light would go on forever
And that summer would never fade
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