Rowland

When I was young I knew this guy
Who wanted me to die
Unpleasantly

At the big party he pulled my pants
Down to my knees where my
Little turtle head winked

Later I maneuvered him in front of a
Hornet’s nest and threw a stick
Igniting their ire at Jeffery

We stalked each other under the bridge
On catwalks and I beams we
Taunted each other

Dueling eighty feet above the Clinch River
Our goal was to see one another fall
We survived strangely enough

Now we visit each other sharing stories
Of life lived and agonized over at Jenkin’s
B Day’s then games of Risk at G Seamen's