Thank You Walt Whitman

thank you Walt Whitman oh you foolish ones bordering on change of life standing still for a moment before full manhood embraces how brave and daring strident, filled with never ending life; brash colts with tricks and shameless lures for pretty young things. exquisite in your urges to hold on keep childish freedom safe tucked beneath a wishful heart in that summer, that blissful summer came a roar, a grinding metallic clack shatters down the hills with siren sounds heard only in melodious tones by boys about to burst from youth seasons change, our autumn reaps in radiant red all of those peach-fuzzed near men gone to strange places far from us this fall harvest takes it never feeds but grief and loss as triangle folded flags fill arms and blue black rifles air their song. I still hear your laughter full throated fiercely joyous bite into winter wind and echo down the canyon wall.