REUNION ver.2 (reviving a lost poem)
So we’re back in high school,
playing hoops on our old court,
running and shouting under the same denim sky.
Reflecting the planets above,
our half-naked bodies glisten
from some far pale lamp post.
Chains rattle and the ball bounces,
echoing the beats of our heart.
Ghosts come, whispering old jokes.
The wind gathers our laughter
and scatters them into the night.
Up in the bench our beer gets warm.
The music from the hall is still loud
but slowing down.
After we gather our car keys and
forever leave this place,
only the night remains to remember
our secret desires, our hidden delights.
