Wednesday, June 28, 2006


we take our slingshots and shoot rocks at nearby trailers; the loud thud meant we were doing our job right. after hours of destruction, tired arms and wrists, and yelling neighbors of spanish tongue, we retire out slingshots to our back pockets and head back home.

"i'll give you this nolan ryan for your barry bonds card," william says, his light blue eyes eager for a trade. i give it thought but decline. william drops his head toward the ground as he fumbles with his possessions. "i'll trade you slingshots," i say. however, i knew his slingshot was cheap. "okay, but lets go get those trailers we missed," william shouts.

as we both walk around looking for rocks, william tells me i'm his best friend. i smile as i watch william pull back his new slingshot to test its strength. "we'll always be together, dustin," william says, putting his arm around my shoulder.

family reunion—
a relative hands me
the obituary


Blogger That Was Zen This Is Tao said...

Gorgeous and heartbreaking. This is an incredible haibun.

11:00 AM  
Blogger Jim Tantillo said...

agreed. really well done.

7:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'm sorry.

12:53 PM  

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