[William]
How did things flow with Bree?
[Kevin]
I don’t know; there was no show
of affection: kindness, yes,
concern, empathy
(not sympathy) and no tears;
but some fear and doubt.
There was distance between us,
a river of reluctance.
We couldn’t trust . . . us.
Unsure how to navigate
unknown wide water
cutting through our homeland,
we were left to stand alone.
With no boat to cope
with the feeling of lost hope,
I feel like a dope.
[William]
Gentle rain on dry terrain
softens the Earth to give birth
to new growth’s freshness
that forms the strong foundation
for this creation.
Primary Producers live
to give the essential needs
that breeds robust trees
and vast fields of greenery
upon which all feed.
Primary, secondary,
tertiary consumers
live latter upon
the former as ascending
Complexity steps
to higher, wider levels
of Possibility’s choice.
Then there is the rough
and tumbling wind and rain
swirling the ocean
into a churning, forceful,
energetic, pelting rage.
There is gentleness
and roughness to contend with
that rocks our shores.
Kevin, you can endure this.
I would like you to secure
one more coin to join
the first one given to you
as Johnathan’s gift.
This one you must buy to show
that you agree to comply
with the greater truth
that improves the fledging youth
to fly to new heights.
Precious freedom only lasts
when responsibility
is cast fast to fuse
forever into kinship,
strong and resilient,
that will never be impeached
to avoid self-discipline.
Reign in your deep fear
that scares us to veer from goals
that your learning soul
wanted to unfold that you
might behold untold, bold truths.
Long journeys evolve
through a potpourri of acts,
not time’s duration
of events chosen and chained
as cause-effect linked lessons
always laden with
unforeseen consequences
that impact affects.
With respect, Kevin, review
and pursue the mantra’s cue
on Johnathan’s gift
to sift through each and every
Bree-Kevin event
spent in your honest pursuit
of a deserved happiness.
[Kevin]
It feels as though you
believe it’s true that we knew
we screwed up for sure
and procured Twisting’s demise.
[William]
It’s unwise to surmise facts
from my point of view.
It is your perceptions owned
that bemoan your ill.
Best not to second guess Bree.
She must seek and speak freely
Meanwhile you’ve a chore
that needs your swift attention
for resolution.
Katherine needs to be told
of the old meeting the new
for a few hours
to eschew isolation
with lasting friendship.
[Marlo]
Compton’s Stick Dance enhances
community unity
with fun’s gaiety
in the rhythm’s ecstasy
of drumming and voice
to reinforce happiness
to course through all anxious hearts
fearful of new starts.
Fat, round, polished, hardwood sticks
are clicked together
in good time to find the line
for the crossover short toss
that when multiplied
flies from hand to hand the name
and number to call
to arrange the rendezvous
that begins to change strangeness
into new friendship.
Hastings will equip Kevin
with two hardwood dowels.
[William]
These two need you to affix
Kate’s name and cell phone number.
Jazz them up to fit
your creative wit for Kate’s
personality.
Consequently, Johnathan
began fabricating yours
before you soared free
from the debris of fortune’s
harsh, bluesy, sad tunes.
[Kevin]
Johnathan knew about me
enough to plan his grand gift
to uplift my soul?
That makes me quite suspicious
of his gracious act.
[William]
Damn, Kevin, you are impaired.
You’re scared when there’s no real threat.
Johnathan’s my friend.
We talk and share our lives
striving for meaning
through truthful exchanges fraught
with ideas brought to the bright
light for inspection,
and reflection, never for
manipulation.
Every act of your’s is choice;
therefore is accountable
either from human
action or Nature’s lethal
determination.
Your responsibility
is to work hard to perceive
the Honor Coin’s words
that afford you with insight
regarding your plight
to discern motivations
of Johnathan’s intentions.
You choose; we react,
and events unfold to scold
and leave in the cold
those not bold enough to ride
the tide to new lands abroad
or cross wide rivers
to stand upon new found ground
and sound the round gong
vibrating the elation
of your emancipation.
[Kevin]
Damn, William, don’t choke.
You’re about to have a stroke.
I was just checking
the reliability
of accountability
instilled in the terms
worming around the circle
of black that’s framing
assistive climbers rising
to the pinnacle of joy.
[William]
Do not toy with me.
You must choose to believe . . . me
or relinquish faith.
You will take Kate; Johnathan
takes you and, so, I will drive.