cleaver (small but meaning revision)

my enemy
is a friend

it's me

friendly like
the neigh of a horse

my arms are tight
but not strong

like water
or a memory of snow

after decades

still making castles
in the bright bright white

out of school we wrestle by
electric wires
and neighbors' cars bend
bend bend

we help one another
with held hands

eyes like the morning

and my mother
a setting sun

but warming
warming warming.