by Mary Anne Lamy
i want to tell percy an old barnardo boy night games under red moons & deep ditches three times me sitting on yellow clay banks with shane star gazing as he tells me which & i gazed him hot summer days hard storms & rain barrel baths putting on my oak lake suit running out to drink the sky carreening down the ditch up one side down the other as fast as i could go seeing myself running & running quicker i dont want to remember bad ill tell the good first which will stiffen me with smiles remember whens & good tears so that if the bad comes i can stand it