Rukeyser's advice was to write about the things that they tell you to forget.
Tracing Yesterday
Do you remember standing
Between here and there,
Laughing with glee
That the chase was on?
Watching dust billow
From those Red Ball Jets.
Resting to drink from a hose
Any hose; the taste of rubber
into cool water. Soaking your shirt
Then your whole body. Summer hot
And wet.
Moms call us in with their dog day warnings
And they’d be the only ones who’d nap.
Harnessing our youth in afternoon calm.
Looking out the window
That now seems smaller
And yards shrunken
It seems right to jump
The bulkhead once more.
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