Short Story: Sit Down Young Stranger

(aka: If You Could Read My Mind…I Wouldn’t Have Needed to Write This…)

Some endings are too hard to take, he said, right at the start.

I left my faded/Kodak childhood/just beyond my reach

some of it is probably/scattered in/traces around Clifton Beach

I’m glad I left it/then decided/to let it be.

It always belonged/to someone else/ it never belonged to me

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Gh…