Eben Fine

John G. Young

 

 

They mocked

your hearing aids

and auditory trainer,

drew caricatures of you

telling you to die,

so you left that

backward beach town,

moved with your mother

to Boulder. . .

17 months gone. . .

I planned to come soon

when the condo

and the practice sold,

so I never saw

you grow up,

time and water rushing

through Eben Fine

when one sunny afternoon

you leaned

against that tree,

not me.