adolescent homeward journey,

shading gums, the creek,

kicking up dust

and piggybacking on

occasion,

when the day

permitted.

 

twenty-five minutes—

a mile?— of a

second brighter sun, a vaster

bluer sky, a smile whiter than

cumulonimbus calvus,

matching his gait,

saturating his

vision, encompassing his

mind, burning.

so many days,

so many walks home,

wasted,

engulfed by

the unwavering deluge

of time.

 

six years

and its beauty—her beauty—hasn’t

lost a touch of

what

it was,

back then.

 

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