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JumpingHe walked up to where the three of us werestanding around and said, "Let's settle fixing your motorbike right now, Becky" and looked into the eyes of this grown daughter's boyfriend when he said it. And everyone jumped. I jumped in to reassure him that everyone was jumping. The boyfriend said, "Miami? Saturday?" The girl said, "Fine" and it was done except that I had a fishy feeling. Why were we jumping so high? That blond face we all revered shining mild we would do anything for. But why did he look at the boyfriend instead of at her the daughter he loves and cherishes but does not trust. He looked at the boyfriend. I don't know when I'll get over it. |
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Issue #6, January, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.