I look into the shadows
…….flecked with light
You put a warm hand in my shoulder
Trace of a smile
……corners of your mouth
Strength in the boy
Becoming a man
Not the man becoming a …
you can-not retrieve boyhood
The tree line marks a river
Rutted roads lead to passages forgotten
Oil stains impossible to remove from the grass as it withers
Only memory can be taken from this place
Brave new empires will be built on the heels of your manhood
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