I was or wasn't hear when the weather man asked
to forecast the brainwaves, and friends came to call -
or really to borrow lines of how relatives behaved -
or missed the next shipment of long explanations
about life, about children daring to compete with
nets and running, bobbling the next pass -
or score at will.
Still, I asked the same of you, and you responded
with the same you are and how and why you shaded
the next tale, or simply made it up on the spot,
so surely dogs and other breeds can surely tell which
is fake and counterfeit, as strange as it spells the
truth as you are not afraid of a little fireworks,
as they cross the sky.
It will never be brotherly to remain not hugging the
shore, or even the calamity that we all saw, even
with anti-depressants inhibiting the weather, balmy
or stormy with snow, cold, blustery days as they stay
inside, these expressions that remake childhood into
rules, guarding reality as is plain as day, waiting for
the real us to show up, telling no lies to neighbors.
© 2015 Larry Ingram
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