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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Weekend with Jackie and Michael

Summer,
what is that music
coming across the water?
Your dress is so green.
It is too early for a knitted sweater.

We are taking our boys out
to play in geysers.
We will collect sunflowers later.
Make nets out of spider webs,
and collect the unsubstantial
glitter-dust of light.
Watch Neverland come alive
past sunset.

Memaw, Mimi, Papa with Jackie and Michael.
A pizza supper,
orange juice cones.
A weekend for all of us
in stadiums of blue,
hearing crickets
chirping in the night
and white stars
studding the ceilings
of summer’s house.

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