I am from the busy streets of
Watchung Plaza
From the oriental carton of rice and
sauce and the red and white BMX bike
From the blue/grey wood slat two
story house and small couch, bed and desk room
I am from a longboard and my laptop
computer
From Sasha, Stephanie and Greg
And from brown and blue eyes and
black hair
From incredibly strong working
memories
I am from a small pond with the
bridge connecting to the island in the middle of a pond.
From jalapeno poppers and fried
chicken
From a father who walked two miles to
through the graveyard to get to school
And from a grandfather who was a
paratrooper
I am from a four year old falling
into a brick wall while catching a basketball
I am from the moments of the busy
streets of Montclair NJ
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