“Colvin” By Matt Hubert © 2007

One call away—
you know I’d
drive 80 miles
in the snow
if you locked
your keys inside.

Two-on-two basketball—
it’s no contest.
Our talents mesh
like Magic
and Kareem,
seemingly the best.

Three concerts
never forgotten—
forget the bullshit.
Adam, John, Dave
made music, we made
the best of what’s around.

Four years
of high school as
rule-abiding outsiders.
Side by side for
good grades and accolades
‘til graduation day.

Five years from now
I don’t doubt
we’ll still hangout.
Yeah, it endures
like the Rose Bowl,
the granddaddy of ‘em all.