warm June breezes our faces
like memories
feet scuff gravel street
of childhood
old ties of kinship invisible
between us
like roots under these massive
trunks and
we take the new path behind the
public school
these playgrounds marked my knees and lodged
my soul
and all around us the green growth of
another summer
in this Manitoba hot spot and
I recall
it is almost one year since
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