When we climb
that snake like road
They see
magic and green mystery
story book fables
I remember
a long terrifying drive
to find him burning
and then put the fire out...
I remember
a heart bursting full
repeatedly filled and emptied
until the pump wore out and
broke
They sing with pure voices
unselfconscious and joyful
They tell me stories
yet I cannot forget
the cab climbing that hill and the anticipation butterflies
that smothered me
aching to show myself to him
A. Lamb 2010
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