He was my sidekick.
You see,
George was my partner.
I was just a boy then
maybe seven,
and that water still floods my mind,
every
damn
day.
I reach down
pushing my hands outward,
the water swims it’s way through my shaking fingertips,
and I cradle his tiny wet foot
in my massive hands.
Forgetting for only a moment,
that what I hold
is still.
It is lifeless.
Collapsing to the ground,
I watch
as that silver laundry tub
gulps down my brother.
I guess I’ll keep Georgia
sweet Georgia
on my mind.