by Cesar Love

They were the secret places

You’d go there with friends

Maybe a meadow, a tree,

A basement, a cabin


No one knew where they were

Only you


And your small band of friends

You called them hideouts

You called them forts


Now where are those friends?

Their last names are forgotten

Where are those places?


You could have found them without a map

You could have found them with your eyes closed


Now you keep your eyes open

Especially at night


Find a dry square on the sidewalk

Keep it as neat as you can.

Don’t let anyone else near it


Be ready to move

If the policeman returns