None

Hardened like the bark
of the finely cooked dinner
in the sparsely grained backyard.
Flame-broiled conversations over
the next few hours.

When are we reminded
of the laughing moments
in the pool water
that wipes away memory?
When will the fleeting
nature of these cookouts
bend like the bark
on this finely cooked meat
and hold us strongly
together,
like father and son?

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