Gio from Ft. Washington... Maryland's "Lost City"..
Title: Rewind
I.
i remember the summers long ago..
the smell of confection sourin' on the tongues of 11 & 12 yr. olds ---socializin' over raspberry now&laters ... lemon heads ... & cosmo pops at the ice cream truck...
we were elementary school students with a week's worth of lunch/money bulgin' in the pockets of "high-water" jeans ---with elastic waist-bands...
;adolescents eager to embrace summer vacation ---two days away...
same time one of my boys, accused of runnin' his mouth too much, caught a beatdown in front of the ice cream man...
the summers seem'd longer, then...
II.
Tia Jones was the first girl i had a crush on... the girl i walk'd home from school for cool points & braggin' rights...the one i admired, secretly...
was too shy to tell her how i really felt...was too late 'cause she start'd "messin'" with some other guy...
III.
my boy, Adrian & i crash'd Ashli's birthday party and was chased outta her backyard by Tommy ... Ernest and our other tormentors
IV.
this was long ago...
before the girls we grew up with discover'd how fine they were, & didn't know us or anybody else 'round the way, no more...
when your mom callin' you home was a telegram message pass'd through your friends ---who relay'd the message to others til' it eventually reach'd you...
V.
Hope was the second girl i had a crush on... the girl i rode home on the back of my bike so she could make curfew...
she would always tease me...
---wrap her arms snug around my waist... pull her body tight upon mine with her nipples projectin' themselves through her t-shirt...nipples rubbin' up & down my back on either sides of my spinal column...
i tried to keep my erection from bein' too obvious under my nylon shorts...
knew she was very flirtatious... this was a game she play'd with everybody & i was no different from the rest...
VI.
we'd ball all summer long at the community center & ball at each other's houses on the weekends...
i was goin' through sneakers fast & since money was tight...
i had to play ball & other neighborhood sports in my church shoes til' there was enough money for me to get a new pair of sneakers...
VII.
time moved slow...moved like molasses in an hourglass...
VIII.
i miss those summers long ago...
when cook-outs were almost every weekend...
when we were children dreamin' 'cause reality was out of reach...