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I can scarcely wait till tomorrow

when a new life begins for me,

as it does each day,

as it does each day.

From The Round by Stanley Kunitz

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I travel east into the Cascades
to a small town my parents
came to as newlyweds,

follow double yellow lines,
the road too treacherous for passing,
search for a small cabin

where I was conceived. More gold
than yellow, the center lines
mimic the hue of autumn tamarack

released of its evergreen pretensions.
The tamaracks flare
above a scud of clouds

draped over the valley,
toward snow-topped peaks.

Carried out of these mountains
curled like a leaf
in my mother’s womb

I unfurled in a different place.
Return is like seeing the negative
from a long time ago;

a bright image that remains
for an instant
after you close your eyes.

First appeared in Floating Bridge Review, 2010. Appears in Night Beyond Black, 2016, MoonPath Press.