I sat in the weeds beside our trailer
With my wonderful Aunt and Uncle on their way
To visit for my graduation
And memorized my lines from South Pacific
The role of Joe Cable
By staring the words on to blades of grass
And reading them back
The chiggers attacked
Through my pants
But I had no time
To worry over itching
The future was rushing in
High school burning off the horizon
The sun so bright
I wish I could get back there
And tap the skinny boy
On the shoulder and say to him:
It’s going to be okay.
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