loomis street

give me a start

a plan

and a dollars worth of courage

and we can go back to loomis street.

i'll watch you break your arm again.

too young to understand pain

thinking your cast important.

we could steal apples from

the frenchman,

sneek out at night and throw rocks

at trains,

put pennies on the track

and flatten our feeble fortune.

we could go to war over

bicycle tires

broken guitar strings

vacant fields

ignore the dictates of parenthood.

we could avoid the teeth

of snapping dogs

and lift parts from junkyards

to add to our inventions.

we could stop traffic on the street.

you could run out in front of cars,

and i could be waiting for you

on the other side.

we could force the sun to stop

grind time to a halt

and remain renegades

on loomis street.