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950w.455s<br />
Rita Herman<br />
Robert Moore watched it burn and I never did.<br />
It was my greatest fear, hope, prayer<br />
to watch red lick the dappling gray and<br />
strike a match on the clapboards<br />
odd pitched roofs, cold drafty hinges<br />
porchkitchenfrontandbedroomsbathroom<br />
suck in search of oxygen<br />
And I never did.<br />
Flat. Mailboxless, across the road barrowpit coalash remains<br />
Gone. Legendary apricot tree pitted from grandmother 's orchard,<br />
rhubarb, soft purple lilacs protecting irises<br />
Intertwined yellow roses, snowballs, gooseberry bramble<br />
Apple trees where farmers played farmer and fallen collar bones broke<br />
No more. Climbing through white picket fences for white balls in alfalfa<br />
baseballs, croquet, footballs, and once golf,<br />
upright guardian railroad ties<br />
Gone. Green flooded acres where I lay face down as my parents watched<br />
The stages of life<br />
and burnt in the burning barrel all the remains<br />
of passages from Heyburn, Paul and Rupert.<br />
Flat. Where I took a picture three years after it had burned<br />
When nothing remained.<br />
Except every day in the mirror I see<br />
the cut in my eyebrow from<br />
Louis and the croquet mallet,<br />
and inside David whispers "we were surrounded by love."<br />
Carl's stars may still have aliens<br />
and Lee and Curt and Dean and Eldie and Albie<br />
and I<br />
have freckles trying to tan like the<br />
bronze gods my brothers were<br />
from wide open spaces that a<br />
heartbeat never misses.<br />
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