In the park,
the two of them walk

without a destination.

After all talk
of the past and of music
has trailed off,

there is a silence
that grows
ever more electric.

The tall man with the long hair
looks down at the hesitant boy

and, without a word,
encourages him to continue.

“I ask things of my parents, you know…"

"but they can’t understand me,..."

"...they don’t even know
why I ask them…”

And the older man
turns to him,

looks at him
straight in the eyes
and smiles.

“I know.”

And he knows
that the man knows

and that he can trust
that knowledge.

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