| Craig (1950) |
To a childhood friend of mine [1] |
| You came to live in our ravaged place. Few past since the scourge among thick chirps of summery cicadas shadows of rare flights passed and faded between clouds and sky. Screaming off the gorges innocent screams in the still breath of air lighting fantastic lights from children minds, imaginary injuns roaming the prairie,mere our domestic gardens. Sometimes begrudged of your baseball glove holding with plucky plops when dad's throwing the sphere... One day you left,and indifferent time wiped off every love of childhood play fellow. |
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