Side Streets and Alleys
Little boys ran chattering through side streets and alleys
resting on empty crates to tell their half-truths
Little girls swung by to challenge them
delving into dangerous rites and experiments
we grew up wanting to spit fire
challenge the power of insolent drivers
love deliriously
gain entry to the mysterious towers
but each love was its own story
each tower its own secret
I ran my hand in the early light along her soft cheek
re-igniting the indescribable
recalling the unbearable
the alleys beckoning me from side streets
still employing their wonders
there are things I must do
places I must go
up from the depths of this maze
past the side streets
beyond the alleyways.

Gerald Zipper