July 1964 | Olena Jennings | The Piltdown Review

July 1964

July 1964

She holds a flower,

listening only to the small petals.

They’ve all come outside

to see the purple. There are not

girls yet, only desire.

Later I will lie in the yard,

dreaming of my own happiness.

To join them

he has even put aside his crutches

like the traces of those miracles

we saw at the church on the hill,

rows and rows of crutches.

Now it is their struggle

to walk away.  

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