Minnesota Diving
How tall was your garage roof?
Knee deep in a cold white snow,
tramping along the roof-line
with rainbow moon boots and a spit soaked
black and red face mask,
we remembered the Alamo so
it was winter in Texas
for a Minnesota moment.
Standing on the edge with silver swords
and brown rifles, staring into a 4 footer below,
from fifteen feet away, Davey Crockett
in a ripped blue snow suit rises …
We grew up on fear and became heroes
on every weekend, taking turns diving
into the unpacked powder,
landing in a dull splash,
feigning death and defeat.
Too many marshmallows
and a barrel stove in the fort below,
weapons hanging from the walls;
rakes, shovels, glass jars with old nails…
We never knew then
why we would remember it all
so clearly.
Still today, tomorrow,
gripping the edge of that memory,
we do not
know.
“I shot you!”
–”Nuh uh, you missed!”
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