Got It Good

[addy]

Wow, I love this. Fictional or not, there's a beauty and scale to the words (reference to Arthurian legend and the seasons) that lends an immortality to the narrative, as only children can manage in that period when we were innocent and passionate and honorable.

When spring came that year, we joined hands love this as a lead-in and a summary
in a ring-a-rosy dervish; I
giggling, you wondering how.
I only notice now, from your Kodak blush,
that the push of the crowd made you cower
as you thrust your pigtailed prettiness before you:
gold, like Maccabee’s shield.

We played pat-a-cake in the summer, Like your use of the differing games to chronicle the change in the relationship
cross-legged on concrete like beggars.
You envied me my knees
free of daubed mercurochrome;
my home, too poor for even a coat of dust, very nice
but just a pocket full of seeds,
not a coffin of secrets.

I saw you flinch and twist
as your wrist cracked under his hand.
Leaves fell without pause
and you did not break their silence,
nor I. I love the power of this part, the conviction. There's a cinematic movement to it that also transitions well to the next stanza

The autumn and I awoke
to you: broken in the first snow,
golden eagles spread saintly
about your head. Heartbreaking, and it's great how you turned the image of pigtails on its head, making it a mark of nobility here