In the complex someone always left,
And we would watch with mild interest,
Leaning over the dead-end tumble
Of bikes and motorcycle parts that marked
One exit to the building, to comment
On a stereo or TV being carried up the silver ramp,
Until boredom drove us to a porch to watch
Kevin blow lighter fluid from his mouth
or to a laundry room, where we’d warm ourselves
with stolen gin and strangers’ drying clothes.
But none of us spoke the day Michael waved
From the yellow van and we watched it pull away.
We searched for breakable things, bottles against dumpsters,
rocks at streetlights, a baseball at a window,
making the pane fall like an icy avalanche.
And then my turn came to sit in a sun-warmed cab.
My friends circled at the mouth of the building,
contained in the side-view mirror, their bodies trembled
by the engine beneath me. The U-haul dropped
from the curb, and each bounce shook them
until they disappeared in a shatter of light.
Read more of P. Ivan Young's poems in the Spring 2015 edition of the Delaware Poetry Review.
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