>He is not as he seems

bright dependable
he is
Selfish full of youthful glee humor
maybe shards of projection
his darkness is real you
See this clearly
all the sand pushed
around like a retaining wall
Quick fire cut off
erasing everything
while the child dreams
Of future
failures sees
Sour embarrassing color
sun dashes behind a cloud
listens for an amber tongue
He knows its true knows its true
Knows someone brings something
if you wait for that perfect wave
Knows the satisfying knock
that looses the trophy out of your
into his tiny pink hands sparkling
Over the long eventually repeating
line each passing minute
a new angle for admiration
Until the quiet night
the heavy heave
moon sick with labor
In the salty light
on his hands & knees
maybe laughing
With his shoulders
bright, dependable
full of youthful glee.

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