Friends of Another Caliber
Crackling wax paper
my birth certificate states
in yellowing letters,
I was born to Ohio.
Alabama’s hot sun
scorched my back
I don’t remember
afternoons spent in serene pools.
Two states away
Texas tempestuously kept me
company through my young years
when no one else would.
With Washington I acquired
scraped knees climbing,
playing, on a fire truck.
Every little incident loomed.
I played with cool winds
whistling mountains
Colorado Rockies
the child in me laughed.
California thought to win me
with her mild climate
and sparkling ocean
of natural beauty.
Colorado claimed me again
for the longest time—ten years
brief escape visits to AZ, UT, NM,
though kept me too long.
I returned to Washington.
I won’t stay here.
Canada or Mexico? Ireland or France?
No place should think to keep me perpetually.
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