Daughter

Written by Jack Andrew Cribb

Never shake off childhood.
Last summer after
the age of five, flying lessons,
journeys; just the two of them,
hiking in the Alps, Sierra Nevada,
the Pyrenees,
the one-night European cities
where grandest unvoiced midday
violet turned south,
headed towards the green city,
wandering through the old.
She might eat it on Christ, in the shade,
by the river.

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