I faintly remember the way the sky looked
and the way the air felt different in my lungs
jostled memories from a few photographs
the deep, clear blue of the waters
Colorado > Indiana
The rocks we tried to figure out how to get the tent stakes to take hold
the rain that unrelented our first night
the long trek back home
The sun triumphing over the clouds
lessons we tried to remember to take hold
or at least something
something other than the familiar
mother and brothers
but no father ever joining for our family vacations
he stayed back home
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Luke Bensing (
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A memory of past family vacations and the nature that surrounded them. Nicely dome
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Really enjoyed it
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A faint memory of past family vacations, I sense tinged with a bit of sadness because the father didn't go, nicely expressed and written
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And when Colorado finally settled on a baseball team they had to name it that, was it? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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