Singular Prism by Kathleen Roxby

...Joyous laughter spills Into the brief sun-bright hour...

Brightly colored spinning tops… Daylong laughter and lollipops…Echoes drowning in tea and toast

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… Dreaming of snow-capped mountains eating ice cream and frozen ice cones, doing nothing...

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When I was twelve, I finally risked my mother’s wrath as I sneaked into her bedroom to read books she had forbidden me to touch.

Summer glows in the produce aisle...solid and plump....