Do you remember the time we stayed up north scouting boarding schools?
I found a dead serpent by the creek coiled him up by your car door,
you jumped so high you left your shadow behind

Do you remember my first bike painted with stickers I could barely ride?
Till I got it right and rode till the sunset rested on the Pacific shoulder
You followed those tire marks like eyes on Warhol's art

Did the best you could to make that boy a teen
Dad stepped over your bed to make a man of me

Now the serpents and tire bites are all around the corners of my bed
Hope this life I've made lets you abandon shame to glow with pride instead