For my father –

 

1

Higher the swing rose

as he pushed. My sister fell

backward. He caught her.

2

Hands on the tiller,

we steered, the boat heading home

on the course he set.

 

 

 

Jeanne Julian’s poems have appeared in Naugatuck River Review and other journals, also winning awards in competitions sponsored by The Comstock Review, The North Carolina Poetry Society, The Lanier Library, and the Asheville Writers’ Workshop.  Editor of a photography newsletter, she is featured photographer in moonShine review (forthcoming Summer 2015).

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