young and strong

you can ascend the gentle slope of the
great rock and come to the top where the boy's
clothing hangs drying; you can travel to
the beach town in autumn and hear the waves
gently lapping the shore without people;
you can curl up between the roots of the
great tree and listen to the leaves rustle
overhead; you can stride through the halls filled
with landscape paintings so real you could just
about leap into them; you can go for
a walk in the city park and hear the
rhythmic thud of rubber on asphalt; you

can visit her grave and know, once and for
all, that the things she told you are gone from
you forever.

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