why does the poet want to grow up fast
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Growing Up
The shadows of our hot sneakers
stretching tall
onto the brick
walls of our yards,
the nectarine
sweat we lost in the yellow-
green grass on the front lawn
we were pioneers then,
explored with eyes that saw
the horizon and consulted no map,
barring strict border
of street and curb, or
the arbitrary
distance imposed
by Mom’s cry to
return home
it was when
we moved
with limbs of Olympian triumph and
vanquished monsters before lunch,
kissed each other in the slide
with no romance and
laughed--
we were kings and queens,
heroes and villains,
robbers and policemen
as we
saw the world
fence to white fence
having no doubt,
consuming everything:
“You’re the bad guy”
“I’m the good”
“Here’s your gun”
a small wooden stick with
the tiniest branch
a hairline trigger--
I’ll never forget
the last days of school, the heavy backpacks
of our
goodbyes shifting on the axes
of our tiny
shoulders,
the synergy of us racing through the halls,
catapulting us en masse
down the stairs,
the parents cars pulling in and out
and the kid we all expected
in class after that one summer
but later learning he died
the recess following it--
the foreign unease
over the playground,
our bodies oddly heavy
as we wondered
if it was still okay
to shoot and kill the robbers.