Like a gypsy meerkat I ninja
honeysuckles from the presidents fence.
Savoring the sweet nectar,
I scurry down the overgrown driveway
and tricycle back to Pete's,
where the drum circle senators
await my return. I present
the yellow-white fairy
to the other boys wearing army pants.
Pete nods and the drums begin. Sonic booms
storm the ants and Pete hands me a beer,
I will not forget this day.
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