Memory Poem: Sam

January 8, 2012
By baskvoll BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
baskvoll BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
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“Fine, let’s just go outside and play volleyball”, he says,
tired of bickering,
We had read each other’s brains like the Sunday newspaper,
Evaluating the converse argument.
Glossing over memories in search for retaliation,
I censor my comments to keep the argument harmless I know he does as well.
We step outside,
Our bickers dissolve as we keep the ball off the ground.
Focus passes on, muscles loosen.
Melting into a soft breeze, while bumping the ball around,
Like swans, we glide atop bricked waters,
Our feet drifting,
Our arms adjust, compensating, guiding us.



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