this former tourist-attraction for tranquility.
Eventually, summer skateboarders
will again hunt back roads,
barefoot teens will dive
into abandoned swimming holes,
grade-schoolers at bat will boast
that they were there, that day,
in the hallway, the cafeteria,
the next classroom over.
On the hottest day
when a small town’s boredom sizzles
into the limbs of its children,
they will wonder what it was like to aim,
to hit the target fast and accurately,
to explode in the unfamiliar dazzle
of forbidden city lights.
The Good Mother Hides From Photographers
All week they’ve stolen her daughter’s face,
rolled it up, delivered it in late editions
to each waiting neighbor, all of whom
are quoted passionately as saying,
“She comes from a good family.
We don’t understand.”
Neither does she, hiding behind
her just-washed curtains,
the family portraits eyeing her disgrace.
Reporters ring the bell,
wait for her good manners
to reclaim her.
It is time for school,
her daughter appropriately housed
behind evenly spaced bars,
her unsure lips as complex as fingerprints.
Even this is a photographic exhibit
with the wrong captions.
Behind her 8 x 10 door,
the good mother develops
polite excuses, snaps
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