POETRY

Amends

A Golden Shovel Poem

Step 8: Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all. — Al-Anon

We sit on the stoop, third step from the top, our favorite of the 8. You drink Sam Adams since I made a show of the Guinness. We split a pizza. The T rumbles by and I list the various girls I crush on, of course you find that “hot.” All that time, I wondered which persons — of the “me”s available — you saw. We were a bad fit. And you had blinders. You saw a harmed nestling, innocent and sweet, and never questioned what became of hawklings when they were willing to take that first leap on their own — to soar. What meals they make of the closest creatures. No amends, just a desire to find their own way, to build a life for them to survive after all.

But I am sorry, Milo.

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