Nostalgia
In our
class picture I’m
the boy
with unruly hair.
I sit by my
best friend Dwain.
The other
Dwaine sits behind.
By high
school I tamed my hair
and cut it
short. I also cut my name
so it
wouldn’t be misspelled
or
mispronounced. I’m the last
of our
three D’s to go. The other
two died
young. Even the high
school
was torn down, and two
more
built to take its place.
Brick
yards to grave yards—
that’s
what I remember most.
—Donnell
Hunter
1 March 2012
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