Tuesday, August 14, 2012

3839. GAINSAY

GAINSAY
Tying the high tree knot, the simple rope swing
was in place and steadied. A few boys, already
giddy with delight, huddled and swarmed  -  climbing
to jump. They swing forth, 2 at a time, standing on
the rope-swing as it blows wide over the water...
where they leap, let go, and fly, to land with a
grand splash in the muddied and turbulent water
below. If that's to be joy, it's the joy of a blood-brother
cut or a sacrificial punch taken in friendship. Go figure.
Boys to men, and back again, soon enough.

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