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Stopping on our way to the Library 

You begged 

to stop and rake leaves.

The same boy

who was too tired to finish our four hundred feet to the library.

So we raked.

I raked actually

you pushed branches around with a shovel.

We worked for half an hour,

clearing the yard on Second street

till we had enough.

You backed up,

Chariots of Fire played in my head

as you dove head first.

You rose up

throwing leaves  at the sky

forgetting how tired you were.