Man and Boy
Our clothes were stained by the burning
This man and boy
The stubble black and brittle Hollow and caved in
We never faced each other Always side by each Our words would float through The air on warm breaths against The dark dropped sky
Chasing me home with laughter And footsteps against nettle and plantain White trumpets of bindweed bruised and crushed under foot
Like the spirits of this man and boy As they trip over the steps of home
You always lowered my loss While raising yours
I never thanked you.
