Lightening becomes me when I decide to
decipher the next clue, and nondescript phrase
from my best friend who stages an event that
is tragically a no go from the get go.
And to tragedy, another coming event will take
me closer to inside his mind, another gateway
to see him driving away, a chance that was then-
now it's gone, resilient, but not until, or at last,
when I was at an age when I cared.
Not now I see that there are decisions to make,
or break the next scene that become me, when I see
that lives are at stake, and i see again, that he does
not really care, but to boast of a trivial game won -
to see that this decision was not won or lost this time.
© 2018 Larry Ingram
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