Self-ish

Myself and me, I

Sense of continuity

Kind of a self-perpetuating

Lie

Of sorts.

The memories of  basketball

And long summer evenings

After church playing

In the hall

Way late

The fence behind our

House that was covered in green

Leaves and behind it that little ravine

Flower 

Blooming, morning glories

Beatings, wooden dowel, quarter inch

On young back and butt

Black and blue

Pinch

My neck, shut up

And now, years so many, Time

Has passed and miles too

Between me and him

The line

Is cut

He seems so far away

And I am 

Lost. 

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