{July 1958. My father is in the middle}
PHOENIX FREEZE TAG
When the red mountains rise
over the sun and dry air fills
with stars, the white specters
spread out on the sidewalk
while we cactus kids chase.
Our feet crunch grass and laughter soaks
in the hot cotton air. We spin and dodge
together in the dark, but always
slow down, always let someone tag us,
freeze us. Everything but our hearts
and breath stop, and we think of how
desert and ocean are then same,
cactus kids floating in both.
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