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HAPPY 4TH OF JULY
Your dad and gran and I fared on a summer boat on the Seine. When we neared a bridge
by the Eiffel Tower that evening a crowd of Americans
leaned over the edge and screamed,
Happy 4th of July!
Little could we have guessed that evening in the City of Lights, that five years later
on USA Independence Day,
a being would be born
with a look in her eyes that meant, I’m going to leave home at 12, and at 21 in a foreign land,
pay my own rent.