Eternal Friends
Eternal Friends
gabriel, five is driving;
flip, two, is hanging on.
the small motorcycle
is pulling away.
along the x-railroad
i am running,
sprinting to catch up.
did i show him the brakes?
six miles later
by the river
we light a fire
to roast dogs and mallows.
bela, “the blackâ€
is chasing squirrels
or who knows.
eternal friends
all slowly dying.
– Virendra Gauthier.
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