for my compadre -------------------------------------------
smell of winter coming on
and memories:
wrestling the rusted plow
onto the back of the old david brown
which was really a case
but we saw things as we wanted them to be
as younger men
another heavy summer under my belt
not excited by the familiar smell
of another winter coming on
my hair is getting longer now
soon i will be able to slick it back
underneath my winter cap
which i used to wear in the summer as well
more memories:
christmas tree hunting in the old van
with wool socks and marlboros
like real men
pretending to be warmer
as the wind grew colder
and the stars fell for fear of freezing
burning out
like real men
Submission Name: for my compadre
