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 black”
is chasing squirrels
or who knows.

eternal friends
all slowly dying.

– Virendra Gauthier.


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