Driving out with my daughter

We drive out into the silver

and the sky washes over, wave by wave

the sea like the sky

the sunset she says

is always yellow or rose

and tonight in the blue it’s Ukraine’s flags

she chooses music of the nearly

sixteen and I’m joyful to listen

she has her mind

mica of granite glinting

the north swallows winter

like it will never return

and soon it will be summer till eleven

bright yellow everywhere, the golf course

and the hidden stars

we’ll do this till you’re old enough to leave

when I’ll keep doing it, remembering

how you asked for night drives and I could give them.

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