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I’ll take you to the pool,and we’ll go out on walksand pluck up blades of grassand learn to not eat rocks,and I’ll push you in the swingand we’ll watch your dad brew beerand picnic on the yardif we have summer … Continued
Eggs for breakfast,omelets for lunch,eggs on salads,and boiled to munch.Eggs in the basketand eggs in the nest,but the chickens are tired.They’ve decided to rest.
“Your Baby’s First Year,”and some cover artremind me–– it’s almost gone!And it breaks my heart.
Some trees outlive us.Some trees we outlive.And if everything stayed aliveto shade our perfect lives we would have to bethe very first to die.
Your strong hands on the chainsaw,and your strong arms have a knackfor getting it done, although it’s not fun.Now I need strong hands for your back.
Thirty-seven books checked out from the libraryand I can only read one at a time.But to the library I go, and I can’t say noto a book whose name calls to mine.
I had never seen ice like that.I had never seen branches so fatand so many limbs, falling to the ground,so many repetitions of that crack-and-shatter sound.So many trunks and wires and sticksall buried in snow, to add to the mix.
We went to the downtown library. It’s much bigger than the one down the street from our house, and likely thrice as fun. Four times as many stacks, and magazines in racks, and a space-age check-out scanner. I can’t wait … Continued