Southern illinois street.
Canopied sycamore trees,
Wears its age on its sleeve
Neighborhood kids duck
Next to front porches and crack eggs.
Orange juice and sugar mixed with sticks
On a bed of dead leaves and dirt.
Making secrets and having feelings before feelings hurt.
We're in the backyard.
The temperature has plummeted.
We were crushed up and grounded with a little bit of sugar.