Back into The Wind

When the city feels like suburb

When the concrete seems like a sprawl

When an inch between you and me seems like  the width of a turnpike

I'd break my knuckles to go back to 1982

When I , scared of vampires, lay awake on summer nights

While the breeze blew from the backyard window and  the midnight blue wind tickled  the trees. 

Can you, old night blue wind, with ocean ripples, and infinite size, take me back there?

And Can you take me  into Fall, 

when all the kids wore new blue jeans and carried new denim blue binders?