The doctor enters the room solemnly,
his eyes conveying the worst fear,
now confirmed,
that every parent hides beneath their soul,
praying that it always remains sequestered for eternity.
Until the night in leaks out
after a summer bonfire down by the lake,
fueled by a couple of cases of Carona and
two bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey,
and the long ride home on that country road
black as ink for the first twenty miles.
4 June 2009
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