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First Kiss

At church camp, in a air raid shelter in wartime England, on an old flatbed trailer

The Alphabet Lady; a broad, black, shiny feather; a penny on the tip of the lion’s nose

A left-hand turn; a dew-laced web; a piece of blue paper, folded once

Playing with dolphins, finding things to enjoy, flying kites

Being a tree, meeting the neighbors, growing larger than pains

Adopting, reconnecting with an old friend, being AWOL in peacetime

Margaret Mead, John Lennon, Mister B.

A sock in the arm, a borrowed pencil, a thrown cork

Feeling safe in a father’s arms, sighting a lost yo-yo in the lake, being on Mars

A mother’s smile, a hippie girl, a farm in England

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