there are no
warm childhood moments
to savor
when the clouds wax
nostalgia.
it was all barbed wire
misunderstanding
and mutual intransigence.
but he mellowed
i mellowed
the world humbled me
over and over.
at first
i shook his hand.
now
i give him a hug.
like you know
the sun rises
in the east
i know
if i call him up
in any season
he'll come
and save my ass.
Justin Hyde's books and other poems can be found here: http://poets.nyq.org/poet/justinhyde.
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