Chasing You Up Fish Creek Hill
Gripping the wheel with both hands as the highway gives off to obedience and eventually, a dirt road. Along Usery Pass. Back roads to Broadway, past Crummy's cafe, which doesn't open until lunchtime. Schoolyard playground is fair game to whoever can scale its six foot fence. Finally, a faded house, canon of my youth, stands justly pale against the Four Peaks mountain range. Backdrop of my childhood, where everything began. We persevered here, Jennifer. Sunflower girl. Sister I remember most chasing you up Fish Creek Hill, and you laughing your faithful laugh, tone of wheat hair rising. Of course, we outgrew it. The mediocre town in the middle of no place. Of course, we left. Our paths slowly sectioning away, ever since. © Lisa Zaran
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