John Terry Young April 14, 1959- Nov.1, 1970 |
When the lake became a pool my pool I used to dive into it and come up in Lake Huron with my hockey skates still on Where was this other world / of sunbleached targets and children singing while drawing back their bows sailing candles on paper boats made of wishes, guitars, and precipitation a hundred pairs of skinned knees, wee brown folk laughing filling water balloons from the sacristy collecting wood, moss, weed, and rocks from hillsides and creeks - centerpieces for their dining hall. In our sub we had an Indian who checked his traps by snowmoblie If you missed my reference as to why the silly girl with stringy hair missed out on him (locked away in her empty room silence shrouding careful gloom the shuttle is creaking on the loom pretty dreams are in full bloom ) she was diving through the ice to come up in Lake Huron. I'm sure I've been forgiven., he was a dreamer too Once we crashed through Loon Lake on the Motoski-- Shallow ice (we lucked out and so was the water) he was always fantasizing out loud in improvesentational song I was busy coming up in Lake Huron but I think he wanted to be a pirate. He strangled in a daydream and there was dirt under his fingernails when he was in his coffin it was adult-sized because he was a big sixth-grader I let him slip through my fingers into Lake Huron with all the rest while I was busy cutting ice with them. |
Me, Terry, Tony, Debbie |
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This song burst on the scene the exact same night Terry died. I'd never heard it before, and after he died, Debbie kept the radio in our room on all night long and this song played every fifteen minutes. |
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It stopped me. After Terry died Halloween night, I stayed 16 for over ten more years. I needed help, but couldn't wrap myself around the concept. |
