Sunday Travel
by Llyn Clague
Sitting under a low-slung striped beach umbrella
in front of a house with worn-out off-white paint
and no newspaper, much less a weekend supplement,
in a steady light rain a fourteen-year-old girl,
in a white jersey, with dark hair and bare legs,
absorbs the book propped up on her thighs,
a furrow in her forehead showing how far she is
from the tall pines, two-track dirt road, and granite
bedrock of the deep back-country she has never left.
Copyright © 2013 by Llyn Clague.
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