John Eight!

Mohegan Park, May

I thought,
I'LL RUN AWAY FROM YOU!
and thinking was already past the sandbar stretching
past the baseball fence, into the downhill weeds
where the city's visable just past another hill,
its glass smothes out the air's blue, makes it unreal,
but when I turned that corner, the one you told me
never to, the blue flat of it vanished, a spun coin,
and your warm hands caught underneath my arms,
and you said,
THERE'S NOTHING MORE I CAN DO FOR YOU!