i had so many good lines
each had its moment in
my mind - and there is
one that has stayed but
it is not mine, it is my
daughter's. a simple observation
of the vehicles as they travel up
into a turn, two and two, over
a mile away. not ants like most
children would say but to her
it is "like lava flowing skyward"
all she can see in the back seat
the red of the brakes, the angle
of the cars in the early morning
rush to school. in her there is
still poetry even as i push, prod
distill a ridiculous amount of growth
in a nine year old with better hair
than i ever had or will ever have
