I ran into River a few times
On the streets of Gainesville
In the crowds we both moved around in
In a scene stitched together
By threads of music, art, and skating
I also crossed paths
With his little brother once
Back then
His brother went by a different name
Name change or not
Weren’t we all different?
Back then
When River was being born into this world
I was being conceived
Nine months and seven states separated us
Until his family made their way to Florida
The times I was around him
An...
Published on December 01, 2014 09:10