Almost lost for good

The taste of stamp adhesive.
A reason to write. Home.
The few minutes of awareness
of being 16 and touched but not breached.
Furtive glances waiting for the next teller.
A debut Saturday morning cartoon.
Star Spangled Banner at midnight.
The thrill of sealing Tupperware.
Imagining space travel while walking
on a lonesome gravel road.
A simple moon. No labels.
Smoke without the killing.
Shiny shop windows.
A great escape from suits.
Caravans of gypsy music at twilight.
Straightforward narrative hijacked.