Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Great Regulars: As children, many of us played after dark,

running out to the border of the reach of light from the windows of home. In a way, this poem by Judith Slater, who lives in New York State, remembers the way in which, at the edge of uncertainty, we turned back.

Family Vacation

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 401


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