Arizona Backyard

Arizona Backyard

“Arizona Backyard”

by Cindy

Walking across campus

I smell orange blossoms

and climb again orange trees from childhood.

I pick ripe fruit

and throw it to my sister.

The chickens stay away

hoping we won’t find their eggs.

Easter comes more than once year.

“Gather the eggs for breakfast, Girls,”

Mom shouts through the kitchen window.

I continue walking past the trees,

toward my car.

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