backpackfall 2000

i just want to
walk down the street
in a short sleeve collared shirt
silver hoop in each ear
big jeans
and my backpack
with the sun
and a hundred people
like me
past antonio's
and turn the corner
at the fleet bank intersection
past pasta y basta,
the college bookstore
where i wrote my third check
with her by my side,
the barber shop she was always
willing to drive me to,
and into newbury comics
fight the urge
to buy everything
while finding comfort
in my lack of responsibility
and the endless possibilities
i once knew
but never again
will i experience
such bliss
i miss
my
backpack