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Door County

Grandmother sitting with her legs crossed

next to the dazzling pool.

Long shins tanned year-round

gold hair year-round.

In the desert during winter

her neighbor was a teenaged star

and in the summer

death’s door was near

flowing between the peninsula and an island

from the lake to the bay.

She showed me dazzling lights

in the middle of a northern night

above the unscreened porch

with a painted concrete floor.

Warrior, sitting with her long legs crossed

on the cliff, sloping down to water’s edge.

Tricky ledge for a grandmother

two thousand feet above the ground.

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