Rez Boys in Winter
poem
We were the brothers with only two pairs of shoes. Last year's basketball sneakers were this year's snow boots. We wore jean jackets for winter coats. We walked recklessly across ice and frozen mud. We punched our legs to warm the blood. Our bare hands were our only pair of gloves.
Sounds like we were neighbors.
We were latch key kids. Two girls, four boys. My father, the sheriff’s deputy, left us alone with confiscated contraband. My male cousins would light illegal firecrackers under my butt while I squatted to light my stolen loot. What a hoot! We raided other evidence too.