poem from kevin sampson

after a good rain

and a backyard landslide

three feet of PVC slides easily

into the soft silty dirt

thrust it down and pull it up

cocked and loaded

ten inches of damp cylindrical slug

a whipping motion

a flying clod

direct hit

nose to nose

raise my head and

hammer it down

forehead to forehead

again… faster… again… again…

how close is too close

model rocket sails

past my head

a fork flies end over end

into my back

deserved

a three year age difference is

perfect

I escape

off to college

before you are bigger and stronger

the fighting is long over

I always look forward

to seeing you

love you brother

welcome to

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