The first time I walked With a girl, I was twelve, Cold,and weighted down With two oranges in my jacket. December. Frostcracking Beneath my steps, my breath Before me, then gone,
Climax
as I walked to Her house, the one whosePorch light burned yellowNight and day, in any weather.A dog barked at me, untilShe came out
Falling action
Until we were breathingBefore a drugstore. We Entered, the tiny bellBringing a saleslady Down a narrow aisle of goods.I turned to the candies Tiered like bleachers,
conclusion
I took the nickel fromMy pocket, then an orange, And set them quietly on The counter. When I looked up,The lady’s eyes met mine, And held them, knowing Very well what it was all About.
Outside,A few cars hissing past,Fog hanging like old Coats between the trees. I took my girl’s handIn mine for two blocks
TThen released it to let Her unwrap the chocolate.I peeled my orange That was so bright againstThe gray of December That, from some distance,Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hands.
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