As he grew older 

the small quirks became glaring

traits that ousted all 

Choking smoke from a 

distant fire reminds us we

are all connected  

Just smile and pretend 

was the advice we grew up with

but masks sometimes slip 

Cross words (not crossed

swords or a duel to the death) 

that can be undone

Tell me a secret 

that I can bury in my

heart, horde like treasure 

Your smile mistaken 

for a look of disdain, your

quips for sharp rebuke

Lazy summer daze

already here as you can 

hear (my dog snoring)