by Samuel De Lemos

The geraniums are in full bloom
the deepest red—
the way I remembered them
back when I was
living with my parents.

I wore faded denim jeans,
Polo shirts and white
Puma shoes.

I’d walked to school
the way I walk now
only I was younger
my Walkman played
Joan Jet, The Police
and some
70’s hits thrown in
for good measure.

I wore a green
Benetton sweater
with my white collar up—
the urban preppy look.
Suburban middle-class,
living life in the Valley.

I still remember walking
back from school
being greeted by
my Doberman—barking,
and those
exquisite red geraniums
planted firmly in a clay pot
right outside my blue
front door.