Nicholas turned eleven two Months he ago a he ago I after him a-running still But quietly and far away For the first time turned far away Without me or without that day Me seeing him on all the bright- ness gone the day the snow had gone Completely gone as we have gone Who were the worlds we walked far down Into our lives without each oth- er as snow into earth as water Goes into earth and as the water Touches the roots the dry roots wait for A signal from the sun and air And do not green the shoots and what The water thought it was and what I thought I was we learn we’re not we’re Life but not always life and not Forever he grows without his father Copyright © 2015 by Shane McCrae. Used with permission of the author. |
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