Starry, starry night…

photo credit Eric Norberg

In the dead of night, when it was only us…

I would sit for a moment, on top of the world, next to a hole in the roof of a triple decker in Providence.

With my friends below me, in the middle of the fight,

made a little more bearable because I did my job.

I swear I could touch the stars if I tried, if I wanted to…

But I was content to be exactly where I was, right there, in a perfect moment.

Those are the things I remember most

when I choose to go back in time,

And remember how it felt to be part of something bigger than I ever imagined.

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