"Where It Hides"
In the kitchen, while cutting mango.
With the folding of laundry at night.
Every time I straighten my toppled books.
In the green candy my aunt bought me in the shop below her job.
In the courtyard in summer under the fans.
With the smell of New Orleans under the oaks.
With the oranges Brod ate in the canoe on his birthday.
When the red apple glows a galaxy—cloudy with stars.
When the yellow balloon rolled toward my bike.
In the gold of my nephew's curls.
In the way they sing "free" with "me."
When I walk to get there because, really, what's the rush?
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