Issue 4:
Earth
Teresa White
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Eight Years Old
I push my sneakered foot
into dirt fine as cake flour
and get the merry-go-round
going so fast I can barely hop on.
I smell the blue air.
I am stung by javelins the sun
throws. It is spring or summer,
autumn or winter. I am eight years old
and there is nothing to keep me
from remembering this.
~Teresa White
With poetry in countless on-line journals, Teresa's second collection is due out next year. Her first book
In What Furnace? is available from Amazon.
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© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.