December 25, 1998

The warm Welcome Home

My genuine smile,
Her glowing voice
Seen and heard for the first time
Since Custer

The promise of unspoken words.
The hope of rehabilitation
Grasped at just like old times
Like always

Fire of immaturity,
Sparks of innocence
Rekindled by the curious affect
Of our whip.

Beams of pride
Rolls of joyous laughter
Splayed grandly on every bare surface
For near-heroes