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The concrete on the first day of summer
when she was too young to reach
the leaves and the bees nest swinging
over her and her grandfather
wanted the pain to be imagined, but
he was rolling and she couldn’t help but laugh
because she was too slow to know
that he had not wanted to make
her smile and he only wanted to
his mouth to be open and to
breathe with her for one summer more and
how her how to pray so that
she could touch his soul and heal
him well.