jimmy raze there are no pictures of you. only the moving images that live in my mind. you were never around when i had my camera with me. you've been gone at least a year now. i still look for you in the place you used to run to meet me, just before the paved path curves to kiss the parking lot. sometimes i'd call your name, not thinking you were there, and you'd appear. like magic. you were my first true park friend. always on your own, but never lonely. you remain the only one to jump up on me. i flinched when it happened. i didn't know it was coming. sensing my fear, you danced back down to the dirt. if i could do it all over again, i'd let you climb me like a tree. and i'd show you what it was to be as tall as your faith made me feel. 221011 what's it to you? who go blather from