Dan Darrah - By the beach

the city’s winters were so bleak and so grey when we were young
we used to hide out at your vacation home by the rouge hill pond
squirrels raced atop your fence
we would lay down when your parents left
in that stucco place on cherry street
by the bus stop where we would meet
do you remember? i do
‘cause if the floorboards weren’t nailed down
they’d have stood up and followed you out
every time
you left the room