by Shan Shaikh
The heat was different in the 90's
Car rides played all the right tunes,
and early, Saturday mornings echoed
explosions of excitement, and neighborly visits
Apartments; one beige body;
filled our LA slum, street
Sprinklers colored the hot cement a dark gray,
washing away our chalk
No extra sand to fill our jars
Mother was always there
From playing momma ape
to being a pillow during those restless,
restless nights
Police tunes didn't ring in
our ears as loud as the
ice cream truck sirens
People outside cut lawns,
and watered plants they didn't own
Landlords tossed out treasure
from their garages, and we
basked in our findings
Everyone yelled, but interpretation
was the least of our worries (if any)
Skyscrapers, our giants,
pulled a thick blanket over
our adventures and discovery
Yellow brick roads translated to
Metro bus routes with signals
determined to keep us from getting
to the cinema on time
The sun shined the brightest then
A yellow like Mr.Don's Camino
Something about those spaced out visits
from father that never hit the right string,
but mother's tears cleared the filth to make
way for more T-ball practice and embraces
after a fight in the sand box
I miss the way she used to hug us;
The way she used to dress us
No one's the same, but the 90's will forever remain
Untouched
A tune that always hit the right string,
and just might've made everything else
worth fighting for
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You hit the right note here with, every word, every image, every memory. Fine read. *
Sensational. It made me feel nostalgic for a life that wasn't even mine.
Thank you very much for the feedback. Much appreciated.
We had a couple of kids in uni in LA… one just finished up, so we've spent a LOT of time downtown. My appreciation for LA has spread outward. This feels LA to me. Keep it up.