Summer Day

Zamboni.SilouetteI

 

 

Summer Day

Remember we played at your dad’s funeral home

you hid in coffins scaring the shit out of me

laughing your deep belly laugh

my body trembled as each lid opened slowly.

Where are you now Bobby, new games for you to play?

Did Vietnam strike you down like so many friends?

I’d rather think not, feels better that way

Where’s your horse sister?  I laughed as she galloped

the sidewalks of our neighborhood, a stallion with two legs.

Memories so dear to me now, I relive them every now and then

I hope you do too.

 

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