It’s nice to know that my friend Erik Muller was inspired to write a poem from reading a line in my poem called, “Sculptor’s Mother”
“A diary made of collected summers”
- Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua
I wish I had collected them.
I want those summers back again.
Brooks in shade: crawdad scoot,
the slip of salamander.
Heat making the woods
itch the skin.
Water of the Hudson murky,
It held us up.
Hardon and copperhead.
Boys responding to girls.
I badly wanted to lace my
hightops like counselor Gene’s.
The flag rose each day, each
evening lowered, to our salutes.
Ivan wondered what a wax-capped .22 blank
would do and blew a hole in his thumb.
(c) 2012 Erik Muller
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