'yes, this is it,' he said, 'I'm sure of it
this is the spot where Helu fell.
right here, not this concrete
back then, it was grass and dirt
and plants and a guava tree
stretching out like neverland
from that big,red gate there
to beyond that grey wall, into that old,crumbling house
where that crazy woman would stare at our play
say nothing, just look at us with those bright, glistening eyes
it seemed bigger then, when we ran from end to end
catch our breath and run again
the girls would tease him for being afraid
the guava tree was slippery see,
and heights made him uncomfortable
but being called a girl was enough
he climbed and slipped and broke his arm
how our parents scolded us and we couldn't stop laughing
they chopped down the tree after that
along with the sweet fruits that we ate till our stomachs ached
yes, I'm sure of it, right here, this very spot'
mumbling he sank to the cement floor,
'get up you sobbing fool, you're drunk' they said,
snickering behind him,
this will be a great story for another drunken day they thought
he struggled with his feet
and his tears
searching for the spot where Helu fell.
