POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Cherry Hill
We dreamed of being older,
rubbing the lye on our skin and in our hair
running down the hill from the outhouse
to show the grownups,
hoping somewhere in there they might act like them.
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