Mao, this skinny kid we called that because he once gave a twenty-minute speech about redistributing the ice cream at Marcus's birthday party, was organizing our rock pile into neat rows. He had SERVE THE PEOPLE written on his T-shirt in Magic Marker.

Funny, I lost the opening to this thread, but it matters:

Summer solstice. Mississippi. Tomorrow I bury my father. Today the light is longest, and I've begun something again.

Some boundaries test back.