This poem is made up of:
memory
sensation
place
fact
colour
command
myth
animal
another memory
and another sensation
Rinding along in the seat on back of his bike. Soft sand between my toes in the cold spring water. High up in a tree. Okanagan is ninety miles long. Her hair is yellow like sunshine. Stop and turn around. If you touch poison ivy you will get a rash every year on the same day for the rest of your life. He waits, then stealthily when no one is around, he pounces upon the unattended ham on the kitchen counter. Gramma rests her hand beneath my chin, smiling at me, she doesn't need to say anything. Wind whips wisps of loose hair. Breathing in deep wiffs of musty old books.
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