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American Summer

Poems written while traveling.

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Sitting in a pair of limited-duty lawn chairs
I converse with my five-year-old child.

We discuss the life cycle, life, other lives
and gaze across the ancient canyon.

She wonders the age of the trees
and the bushes, and the birds,

the wasps, dragonflies, bees...
I tell her my age, her mother's,

her sister's, and the cats'.  Mindful,
I ponder the sand and the canyon,

her wild, blue eyes—she could
wander off through the jointfir

and the juniper, forget everything
      I've said,
and it would still be easy for her.




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