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Always I would peek out the window
to see if my friends were in the street,
warm evenings playing hide and seek,
football and baseball before Nintendo.

The past coming back to memory
in short bursts of laughter, front lawns,
and neighbors’ homes. Mail delivery
through a slot in the front door. Times

when it rained and I couldn’t go out,
Monopoly games lasting all night,
the photographs in black and white.
My upstairs bedroom as I would shout

to my friends about when I’d be
ready, travel pennants on the wall,
Big Sur, Santa Cruz, and Yosemite.
I used to think the place was so small.

Backyard Haiku

Grape vine branches hang
over our wood fence, neighbors
who I've never met

Under dark wet dirt
thick tentacled roots have crawled
across the backyard

Working in the yard
in the shade of Redwood trees
my dirty hands hurt

Goldfish in the pond
swim to the surface for food,
mossy green water

Terra Cotta tile
patio next to the pond
a dwarf lemon tree

Nearly ripe lemons
decorate leafy branches,
a cool afternoon

Yard work and a thought
dug up from the past, muddy
clump of tangled roots

Big green yard waste bin
full of vines pulled off the fence
top not quite pushed down

Soft earth underfoot
bright sun overhead, today
work came easily