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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4060 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Time Adrift (Childhood) Steve Williams In patched cut-offs dripping thread, tennis shoes, no socks and a sun-screen shirt, trot the sand path at Knight’s Bridge through a breeze tinged with mildew and fish. Dive into the warm conversation, scrape along the silent stones, shy away from eels, because even if they only suck blood from fish, we never were quite sure. Brace against a rock, the river surges, insists. You wrestle with it like your brother, lay in the shallows, hear it laugh. Summer rain falls on blonde hair, once brown. Father complains about my time drifting there. From my vantage on the bridge, aged thirty years, I didn’t spend enough. |
