I miss the soft summer breezes

And digging cracked toes

Into the silken sands of Rainbow Beach

 

I miss playing tennis on free courts

And knowing every exhibit

In the Museum of Science and Industry

 

I miss the midnight movies

And riding the el to work

Or whenever the mood moved me

 

I miss being pushed by winter’s hawk

And the needles of icy wind

Piercing whatever skin I left exposed

 

I miss carrying my book bag like a weapon

And chasing away the mugger

As I walked home that night

 

I miss dancing in the clubs

And through the streets to the tune

Of Sam and Smokey and Whitney

 

I miss the cussing crowds

And the unexpected serenades

While riding the bus

 

I miss the good times that killed me

And the bad times that made me strong

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