queen of my world
my daddy built me a tree house
in the back forty of our property
between two cottonwood trees
I used to take seven books up there
with a pillow and read for hours
during the summer when I was eight,
nine, ten, eleven and twelve
there was such comfort watching black ants
travel up and down the bumpy tree trunk
listening to the neighbors chatting and laughing
they met at their clotheslines
I always knew who was watching tv
I could see the lights flicker from their windows
I knew who was arguing too
Queen of my world
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