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  • Striding

    Three boys, brothers 

    by their gaze and gait;

    the taller two steps 

    ahead. The smaller 

    messing with stuffed

    pockets half runs 

    to keep up.


    Did we walk that way?

    Me strutting ahead

    embarrassed by your

    childishness, playing

    it cool, almost a man.


    We walk together now,

    measured pace.

    Three men, brothers. 


    ©  Craig Muir 2019

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