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The First

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On our street, one bulb

burned at every house –

the brightest ours, as if

Father’s thumb pressed

a wire into greater service

 

A kiss from a boy

a foreign country

witnessed by neighbors

peering past drapes

in the slow hour of night

 

A porch a theater

for command performance –

precise disorder of lips

and tongues, an altered realm

on four feet of concrete

 

– t. l. cummings

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5 Comments Post a comment
  1. Wonderful memories. Beautifully written, thank you for sharing
    😘☺

    Liked by 1 person

    October 14, 2017
  2. Thank you. Such a good memory 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    October 14, 2017
  3. Loved your memories of the porch! Super!

    Liked by 1 person

    October 14, 2017
  4. You’ve conjured a great sense of time and place in capturing this memory.

    Like

    October 15, 2017

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