People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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I am a member of my family
who moved away, a generation
removed. Still, it places me at
so far away from stories heard
and told around kitchen tables
at picnics on misquitoed patios.
I’ll not smell citronella or know
the ozone fizzing of bug zapper
Mine another family, not mine,
2,000 miles from blood to blood.
Long-ago vacations–2 weeks at
aunts, uncles, calloused cousins
who ran down the rocky hillside
to the lake as if in heavy boots.
I a tenderfoot, mincing wincing,
able in time to reclaim distance.
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