Voices on the Wind Voices from Teen Years
For Richie--Richie, my best high school bud, died at 18 in a terrible accident by Chris Dietz On the river, outside town covered in night every limb in place relentless, endless hardons and malt liquor shorties Take out our eyes the very first time pass them around pick up sticks puff out shadows root nets at last, alone together At the Jungle, laughter zings through yellow blinking thousands of lightning bugs above famished fire who will stir it Around the fire, feet on stumps or leaning into each other bats twinkle by for crickets owl cuts through canopy wings sift down Climb moss covered well stones make album covers pose scoops without a care caress our brews, our cigarettes How cool, night air inside our clothes