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4 Your Mother Forbids You to Leave the Yard You sit in your swing, like a loose limb dangling from the biggest branch which knows trunk, which knows ground. You pump and stretch, kicking up speed on this furious horse until you soar past your neighbor’s garage. Below you the dog wags his tail. Inside, the old clock travels the day, its pendulum sweeping hill valley hill. Whoosh is the song in your ear, wind then mutinous hair in your face. Comes the wind again, forgiving as a mother watching at the window, her arms folded, wishing away love’s daily punishments. The morning moon wears lace, white as your grandmother’s hair. You laugh and touch it with your toe. 5 Lean back into the rhapsody of air. Lost child, close your eyes. Let the wide sky lap you up, and up. ...

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