and clumsily harmonized with his deep voice.
He held the pages in the just the right spots so I could see all the words.
I walked home in the good sun
and the mud from the storms clung to my heels in great gobs.
I clapped with my uncles and aunts and parents and grandparents
when my littlest cousin took her some of her first precarious steps.
I closed myself in a dressing room with pretty dresses and I
swiveled to peek at my reflection over my shoulder. I will wait for a sale.
I ate dinner from a communal pizza box as we drove to the mountains.
I read my book about Americans in Paris aloud for a little while
and I prayed for my short plans, for my mother, and for my friends who need help.
I know that life is pretty plain,
that happiness is simple if you look for it in the right places.