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Eagledale Drive

by matt door

Member since 2005 · Posted 6 Mar 2006 · 3 comments

Just drove by, 30th and Eagledale Drive; Can you believe Mr. Hickman's still alive? Believe this new gray wind of used to be and winter? Just the other day, I was nine - on a yellow bike by Danberry Drive, riding away with skinned knees and innocence. Back then I knew the suntanned beauty of now; the simple perfect of hazel eyes - the great mystery of railroad tracks, the apocalypse of dusk. I'd run back home through the Brown's backyard, home to my childhood god, to the cluttered heaven of then, with dirty hands and surety.

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[8] Ranger 7-Mar-06/4:13 AM Reply
Nice!
[9] ecargo 7-Mar-06/7:43 AM Reply
Nice--I really like the time jumping, the details: the "dirty hands and surety" and the "cluttered heaven of then."
[7] SupremeDreamer 7-Mar-06/9:06 AM Reply
Oh! The nostalgia. Written well, but doesn't really tickle my fancy man... sorry.

Anyways, here's a seven.