Our idle hours for months
Campfires and ghost stories,
Drive-ins and the Hocus-pocus of
Tadpoles to frogs,
Cutting across fields then
Checking each other for ticks, and
We practiced oblivion
As far as school and winter
Was concerned. The dread of
Virgin # 2s sharpened to spears and
The shrieks of new tennies on
Polished floors was postponed until
The last two weeks of sunburned cheeks.
In my day,
A shiny new penny
In the eye of each loafer for good luck.