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Sunday, April 26, 2015
Silver Birch Press Series of the Poet as Child - That's Me
Halloween Costume circa 1963, the poet
Childhood Study: Fires Late August
Awake in the middle of the night,
we listen to the grass crackle, to the new world of evacuate.
Like monkeys we’d screech as the trees go pop—
yellow candelabras, we saw and then not.
Now danger enters our capillaries
for the first time, the ladder trucks and sirens
seem like small toys compared
to the neighbor’s fire-fangled trees.
What lit-up between us that summer—
three sisters sleeping like barn cats, I can’t say—
except for a time camaraderie
warmed the souls of our feet, our robes
remaining intact for one season—
before it all burned away.
Originally published in the author’s collection
(White Pine Press, 2014).
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