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Childlike
A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child on my...
Rainy Windy Day
I open my eyes and wonder what words await while the sound of raindrops landing on the porch bannister become more apparent. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idling beside the sidewalk out front pulls...
Up Against the Shore
It is anchored there, like a buoy of protection, informing me of my inability and limitations, as if to say, “Do not swim beyond this point, silly child.” The ropes, north and south, define the boundaries. But I am stubborn, the sea beyond looks bluer. The sun...