Caitlin Scholl: Childhood One

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on a blankety sea of duck droppings
we grasp hour after hour
pointing to the brown stain
underneath us
I talk quietly about my parents, hadn’t
quite sorted my own head, things
I didn’t understand as a child, that I thought
about families, but a girl doing ugly outfit
with lots of pockets
stuffed with tennis balls
I can’t stop looking at her, nor speaking
in duck-calls, we are worried now
about the future of our children
and of earth & heaven come

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