Old Bricks

It was spring in grade school
Teachers cleaning up their rooms
We would watch movies or wander the school
Pretending to be in bathrooms
And hiding in the library
They told me to clap erasers with him
So we went down the stars to the art room
stood on the fire escape relishing in our achievements;

I remember thinking how far the dumpster looked
And the fence
With the cats and over grown weeds
Clapping erasers and thinking of many things
We locked our selves out
I think I yelled at him
We went around to the front
And pretended nothing happened
And I wonder why
I remember that