peter

i thought you were
invincible, until
the day you showed up
with a cut the size of
a door nail on your
forehead

you were snowmobiling
without a helmet
the fear of death
manhandled me
the way the waves
did one summer
choking on seaweed
and salt

your hands are always warm
they brush my hair back
tucked behind
my ears

i remember them
cupping your mouth
every september
on the sidelines, you yelled
you were always there

i wish i could
stand on the tallest mountain
and yell until my belly bursts
until the world around us
knows how incredible you are
how important you are

so they stop
driving you insane
on the highways

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