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Summer Afternoon
(July 3, 1988)
"Lane,
I'm having
fun," she said.
"Are you having fun?"
"Yes, I'm having fun," I.
On the back seat, then, she
stretched out, went to sleep (late night),
waking short spells to ask, "Where are we?"
"I don't know," I'd say, smiling, then turn around
to see her close her eyes, cradling head in hands.
The other, at right, had snuck into sleep some time ago,
her sun-browned legdistractingpropped straight against the door frame, foot outside.
("Distracting," I write. She'll not like it; no, not at all.)
They sleep, and I drive the country roads, unfamiliar ways,
where summer's trees meet overhead, and curves hug hollows.
Hawks high circle a parched field daisies circle,
and cows seek the sun-shielding trees' canopy.
Peace, peace to be with friends,
while together we while away
this hot, dry, dreamy,
sunny Sunday afternoon,
quiet country
ride.
E. L. Core
to Ann and to Tracy
© 1988 ELC
Some Poetry by E. L. Core: Summer
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