Two Poems
Stephanie Burt, 12 May 2022
where I grew upit was all wonderful anddefensive
the adults were kindand never neglectfulbringing fresh water and
grapes oranges and juiceand sunscreen always askingeach kid what we would
need or might need in theanticipated future with itsgoldenrod-bordered
cleared fieldits soft blacktopits estimated yield
we were told to look upwith reason to keeplooking forward
to a cloudless...