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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