On summer nights
We’d go out walking.
The sky was black and the stars
Were close enough to touch.
The sun never rose.
Once we opened the gas tank
On the old Chevy in the driveway.
She told me to breathe deep and I felt the ground
Tilt. I was falling but not moving at all.
There was a high pitched whine coming from
Outer space, a million sharp points of sound
Converging in my head.
I wondered if I was dead and was surprised
that instead of being scared I was just
homesick.
Enedina was very small for her age
with raven black hair and shocking eyes.
At night we went out walking. The black sky
Swallowing all the stars
and it was hard to find our way back.
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