A sweaty man in dirty t-shirt <br />scrapes a lifeless mass of blood and puppy fur, <br />leaving stains on highway asphalt, <br />and on the memory of a curbside boy, <br />whose eyes hold tears <br />as big as five years.<br /><br />Keith Langdon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-friend/
