Jonathan

For Jonathan Pitre

Jonathan

We saw him,

All grit and guts

And fortitude

All punishing pain

All orange fight

A battler

But contender

All Knowing sparks

All beautiful cinnamon smile after tasting something knew

He was like watching ice hockey in winter

With the barn burning

High scores

He was all maple leaves in fall

Vibrant fun and fierce

All sweet butterfly heart and peaceful marrow

And I might have been too sad

That scores could be uneven from one to another

But he wouldn’t let us see walls or haven’t

As much as

Willing and wanting time

And being bright

And then we wanted that too....