Court Drive

The nostalgia of knocking on my neighbors’ doors

and all the memories held right in front of my driveway.

Gathering friendly faces and convincing 

our parents— let us stay out longer.

Kicks and catches,

running around bases, 

as innocence and friendships grew— 

time passed.

Backyard adventures and bicycle races,

running inside for the great satisfaction of that simple sip

of water. The red rubber ball and rosy sweaty cheeks.

Singing “car car C A R” and patiently waiting next to the curb.

Hurrying inside before dinner got too cold, or before we got too sweaty.

Time passed, as innocence and friendships grew old.