Red Flecks
by Tate Stone-Frisina

I rake and clean and rake again.
cleaning out that boat house so many memories.
Ben he was so small
his death had caused me to fall
into a house of memories fragments of a past life.
I find the drill
red flecks on the bit
used to drill through the hull
the kayak sinks down
but those red flecks are not from the boat
they are from my heart
drilled into from the death of my friend
I go i have to go fast to get away from this house of memories...