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By Jack Joseph Smith

angry with himself and as he turned around to look for me and my sound I felt myself gone. The air was cold and the wind blew bits of wet against my face. There were building blocks of ice rain writing large letters in mist currents across the snow, and forever deep darkness. I was walking toward Metzes field with the calling of Kennedy forest grabbing my heart in the turning night. A dense shame in Gods eyes was over me like gray stars. It was haunting as I walked away from everything that was me and crossed the street feeling the black cinders scraping the bricks under my feet. I was a Christmas child leaving my home for the first time and standing alone in a wide field with all the elements of my nocturnal dreams moving around me. I was a child watching the Allegheny mountains move along the moon. I was a child fighting the force of my home holding my heart to its bosom. I was a child silenced in a field between my parents and the soulfull wind of the ghost that listened for footsteps in the trees of Kennedy forest. My parents never followed me and I returned as a child, but my finger tips touched the high weeds as I walked through the silver cold and the wind was blowing the other way.

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GPT

Leaving the house for the first time, the child crosses into ice rain, darkness, Metzes field, and the pull of Kennedy forest, then turns back without ever being followed.

The scene has the force of a rite even though it is brief: home, parents, moon, wind, ghosts, shame, and field all meet at once in the cold. Returning does not erase the act, because the walk outward has already given the child a new image of himself as someone who can go.

Claude

As the father grows 'angry with himself' and turns to look for him, the boy 'felt myself gone' and walks out into ice rain 'writing large letters in mist currents across the snow'. The runaway is rendered as rite, in anaphora: 'I was a Christmas child leaving my home for the first time', 'a child watching the Allegheny mountains move along the moon', 'a child fighting the force of my home holding my heart to its bosom', 'silenced in a field between my parents and the soulfull wind of the ghost'. 'A dense shame in Gods eyes was over me like gray stars'. The act is not undone by return - 'My parents never followed me and I returned as a child' - but the boy now carries an image of himself as someone who can go, 'the wind ... blowing the other way'.