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Six thirteen year olds

held hands

boy girl boy

and waded barefoot

through ankle deep water

hunched over

through the sewer pipe

behind the abandoned house everyone thought was haunted

walking slowly

enjoying the touch

of  electricity

in close proximity

and anticipation

of reaching the clearing

underneath the giant buckeye tree

Several feet up

bright yellow dandelion heads

began to fall

from the  pinhole of light

in the center of the manhole cover

tossed in by Ann

just 6 years old

while singing “Ring  Around the Rosy”

Waiting quietly

for song’s end

without a word

said between us

We began as a low rumble

building to a loud moan

and listened as she ran


back to her house

as we ran


splashing loudly through the  concrete cavern

back to the field

that held cows

behind an electric fence

as the wind

carried our laughter

across every summer


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Somewhere …
perhaps where the breeze ends
or where it begins
a field of wildflowers
rises through parched earth
to bask in the glory
of a sun
without a single cloud
scenting the wind
with colors
calling to those
who struggle
in a wilderness
to see beyond
to a place of transcendence
where gold seeps softly
into the horizon
that dreamers long to touch
and poets dream to know
Take me sweet wind, please
to where the wildflowers… grow

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