Sitting on the stoop watching
The Corner hopping with drunk kids
Rumbling bikes side by side
Slow moving reminders of an eternal stoic
Straight-faced
Older cool
Legs forward
Head laid back
Loud
Metal
Bubble
Popping
Owning
The
Pocket
When they're gone
I could feel the void
What was once noises
Is now a tribute to silence
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