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by Abigail Munson

About Lucy Earl

 

Grown from toe,

To crown

In a house divided

By a titanic orange wall

Like a Clifford Still painting

A garring bloodline shot

Through white

Pink Martini’s booming trumpets

Stick to the wall,

(A welcome stain)

California’s famous sun

Never touched it

The sun was saved for

The elementary school

Across the street

Not her school, just a

Location

A memory-landmark

One summer they redid

The asphalt on the

Playground

A lonely red ball marooned

Between the faded

Swings and

Sticky picnic table

Maybe no one cared,

Maybe no one saw,

But black swallowed

Red and a lumpy grave

Was made beneath,

Sometimes the girl

Would sit on top of

The tomb,

(sun kissing

Her hairline ember-red)

And think about the

World

Could she find

Happiness here?

How long would she

Have to search?

The blessing-curse

Is that life

Is the search

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