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Six and Seven 1/2



6 and 7 1/2

 

In our hot stony drive

with sparse grass and a plaster gull,

my father lay under his old white Mercedes,

while my sister handed in his tools;

I was making dandelion chains.

If I’d known a moment as fragile as this

would begin their love affair,


I’d have lain beneath the car and held

his files and drivers in my mouth;

I’d have risen early and made him egg salad

sandwiches by the moon

while the mayonnaise blossomed;

I’d have cast a line forward like a fly fisherman

to a future where men choose me

and brought back parts of their desire.

 

I’d have tried to touch him--

 

as it was, we both rose like seeds in the warm air.

My sister fell upon fertile earth and found purchase,

while I sought loam and came upon

other stony ground.

 

Category: My articles | Added by: Kristin (09.20.2011)
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