(High school, 1958)

collective grunts on browned
grass playing fields

never bridged those unlike
me. black sons of

storefront preachers; buzz-cut
blonds; serb exiles —

boy squads split by strangeness,
marching canyoned

tribal lines. reflecting
silently dark

anxious yearnings. signals
blocked by filters.

kindness foreign to teen
hormones. contact

casually deflected.
lives left out