The Park
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I see you from afar--disaffected hipster girl walking down 11th, tips of yellow hair alive in the breeze down from the peaks, your accessory child in tow. A walk from the park on the first day of summer. I see you for the first time in weeks, walking toward me, walking away from me. You are back from the east coast. From where you grew up. Your mother, the former CIA agent assigned to Carter's White House, to Reagan's White House, overweight, crumbling from depression. Your father, the French Canadian who's managing a bookstore now. A younger sister better off than you; an older brother and your sister-in-law. Aimless middle child, careening down Ogden and I swear you look at me.
Catch me for a moment just to comprehend me. You walk behind thick brown sunglasses I realize I haven't seen your eyes in a month.
Behind the Cobalt, the Taurus, the Ram and the Bug. The universe holds onto you from afar.
I see you from afar--disaffected hipster girl walking down 11th, tips of yellow hair alive in the breeze down from the peaks, your accessory child in tow. A walk from the park on the first day of summer. I see you for the first time in weeks, walking toward me, walking away from me. You are back from the east coast. From where you grew up. Your mother, the former CIA agent assigned to Carter's White House, to Reagan's White House, overweight, crumbling from depression. Your father, the French Canadian who's managing a bookstore now. A younger sister better off than you; an older brother and your sister-in-law. Aimless middle child, careening down Ogden and I swear you look at me.
Catch me for a moment just to comprehend me. You walk behind thick brown sunglasses I realize I haven't seen your eyes in a month.
Behind the Cobalt, the Taurus, the Ram and the Bug. The universe holds onto you from afar.