He left at dawn
looked decorated
walking towards the gate
he looked like the yards
Leghorn rooster
Shoe polish
Copper brillo
Beret felt
lingered in the air
leaving for the border
mother said father had the distinct
honour to light those borders up
with fireworks
“and the sound” I enquired
“a roaring applause my son “
turning away
She asked to be alone
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