Boyhood Friends Poem by Rochelle Cashdan

Boyhood Friends

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David was younger
than you think
when he hit the headlines,
tall for his age
and quiet.

He looked at patterns
in the stones
before he pulled the sling.

He told me so
the day he saw Bathsheba
sunning.

I knew Uriah long ago, he said.
We traded marbles.

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