Summer Childhood 1960s
From the Willcox Playa,
raking off the crackled surface,
a grumbling, dust-driven monster.
From a short distance, a peculiar spitefulness—
the wild scream of thick wind and dirt churns up
and attempts to bury Willcox before it rains,
making for some anxious afternoons,
relieved by friends, cookies and milk,
and an ongoing game of Monopoly.
From: Short Poems On How We Ramble:
Poems in 75 Words or Less
Unpub. MS p. 19
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