Sweet Waters – 1/18/19

Picking in the shade of the red haven trees
was my brother, and my father, and a very young me,
and we spoke of our neighbors, and Old Times, and cars,
of madness, of family, of infinite scars,
and my father decided as he plucked a ripe peach
that a loud man’s most eager to give a long speech,
and a rich man craves more than a man in a shack,
and those who take most will give the least back,
and, unhooking his crate, his last point was made
That water tastes sweetest when drunk in the shade.

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