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Indelible Ink
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The Child is father of the Man
—William Wordsworth
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Rory had always liked the tattoo of Hatteras
on my forearm, so
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when it came time we met over at Cooper’s
High Dive, up the alley
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off Main Street where I held the glass door open Â
and he walked past me,
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the two of us such an odd couple, separated
by 56 summers
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and the weight of years, rolling up our sleeves,
his skin baby soft smooth,
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mine leathery wrinkled, the buzzing gun, Coop
leaning into his timeless
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art, an alchemy
in ink linking us beyond indelible tribal blood,
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our eyes meeting
in the timeless smirk of young boys, pinkie swears,
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blood brothers,
sliced palms pressing flesh, inked arms around
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each other’s shoulders
as we walked out the glass door into a joyful
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sunny afternoon
that still buzzes and buzzes so mournfully
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in my skin today,
as it does every day, our sweet boy beside
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this old coot wandering
down the barrier island under a Carolina blue sky,
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blinding sun, sea oats
swaying, ocean sparkling, waves waist high
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—SL, February 2024, Port Royal, SC
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