Tell me your tale

of what it meant to venture

out in the dark

and hang with the kids who smoked

and looked cool as the whisper of ash

mixed freely

in the stilted and peach like air

and then glided towards

the beckoning heavens

as your eyes naturally found the excuse

to drift slowly downwards

and look at the black tram seam

that ran from the top of their

unpolished and ungainly shoes

to the bottom of the pencil

lined grey skirt,