take me back a couple of summers
spent so much time on your steps
kinda like sitting on a stoop in Brooklyn
but in a third world country
watching people while they watch me
trying to figure out why i’m there
met so many people on you steps
my summer fling and my favorite street hustler
we always met here first
making plans to what bars we were going to
or who was buying the whiskey
got in fights and arguments on your steps
tried to hold my tongue
but the curse words always came out
always made sure to do the Sign of the Cross
before i left your steps
never made it to the door you lead to
always got there too late
paid off the homeless women on your steps
to compensate for my guilt
take me back a couple of summers
first and only time i fell in love
fell in love with your steps
i would kill to be at your steps right now
-Shaundri
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