My Nineteenth Birthday
Mom invited my best friend
and the guy next door over
for lasagna and blueberry cheesecake
and then we three took a walk,
miles up the back roads and paths
into the State Gamelands.
My neighbor, a hunter,
knew his way around even at night.
To the tune of crickets, peep frogs
and an occasional owl,
three long-time friends
walked through the woods
in the light of the full moon—
laughing, talking and joking.
My last birthday as a teenager,
a sweet, memorable one.
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