Teenage Days By John J. Petrolino III
Evening breeze on a
humid summer night
cracked car windows,
play grounds, and
clothes that stick to our skin.
We end one journey to
begin another
111111111one by one we
111111111went our separate ways
111111111not knowing what to
111111111make of it all…
111111111we looked forward.
Thanks, John, you capture deep feeling here. Especially i like the innocence of “we end one journey to begin another…” and the wistful acceptance of “we looked forward”
John, thank you for this wistful remembrance of innocent expectations….