Youth, confluence,
a core of friends.
The usual explosion
of adulthood
flings these
spinning outward.

Congruence and
connection dissolve.

Fifty years later,
someone you loved
like a brother,
and barely know,
turns up dead.

If you like this piece, and can afford it, please consider sending me a buck or two at Paypal. No Paypal account is required. Buy a brother some pancakes. Maybe even with syrup.

Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.

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