Delights, preschooler boots in puddles. Spring, her every step. Red light like a pulse, a heartbeat. No more than a thickness. Steady stream of traffic. Ocean. Rocks her bee umbrella, yellow. Secrets, set outside the language. Lineated, rain gauge. My father casts for measure. The sidewalk has no taste for anecdote. Lawn, a spongy mass. Stray memories, ease down driveways. A sense, reduced to letter. A chronology to water. The beginning of the book.
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