teacher, father, reader, hiker, navel-gazer
You Will Deserve This
So much was granted you.
Hose gush in July,
the quicksilver patter of unknown tongues,
empty noonday intersections,
a gambler’s tragic, faltering grin.
Years after the rain
we ventured out
timidly at first then
boldly, walking with long sweeping strides.
Like long lost brothers
the hills came down to greet us