Thursday, October 11, 2007


They stood outside
the Hilmart store
two men and two boys
one boy in his early teens
the other one much younger.

In dirty work clothes,
and worn old caps
they talked of dogs,
of the habits of coons
and places to hunt.

The young boy’s face
looked up at the others
as they spoke and spat
listening, not speaking
soaking in every word.

He looked so young,
soft almond eyes
of clearest blue,
blond-haired towhead hatless
tilted up, admiring.

I wish I was a painter
and could capture that boy
before he too wears dirty caps
and spits as he speaks
and goes off hunting
into shadowed night.

c2005 Susanna Holstein

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