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Poetry

Come Along Child

(for the daughter I never knew)

By Lisa Wiley

After the swirl of the jacaranda,

we swayed under the lavender shade.

The Santa Anas whispered, Miranda.

The June gloom's haze along the veranda

gave way to you. For there we played,

after the swirl of the jacaranda.

Lacey trumpet flowers fell; the wind's propaganda

swelled with you. It was still a secret you were made.

The Santa Anas continued, Miranda.

We planned to build castles, even visit panda

at the zoo. My new role as mother greatly weighed,

after the swirl of the jacaranda.

My dreams filled with future memoranda,

even careless ones -- like wild red hair to braid --

yet the Santa Anas bellowed, Miranda.

The fiery wind's cry was too strong, !Anda

hija! they sang. Do not be afraid,

for after the twirl of the jacaranda,

I carry you when the winds say, Miranda.

LISA WILEY is an English instructor at Erie Community College-South Campus. She will be one of the "Five Women" reading at 7:30 p.m. Jan. 5 in the Just Buffalo Literary Cafe at the Center for Inquiry, 1310 Sweet Home Road, Amherst. The 19-line form of this poem is the villanelle, consisting of five tercets and one concluding quatrain.

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