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I am eight. I sit across from my mom in my pediatrician’s office on the paper-covered table. The paper is crinkled and uncomfortable. My mother’s head is cupped in her hands as the pediatrician leaves the room.

Sometimes we stay outside

on your front steps.

It’s peaceful there.

There are no cars  

or stomping feet.

There are no dishes 

The evergreens

The piney forests

The lakes and hills and mountains.

Today they're thriving

Well surviving

But what will it be like in 2050?

I see an image

Similar to today's.

Green everything

January: 

Crisp cold days 

Early morning ski races 

I almost mowed the lawn last year 

Still very dark in the mornings 

I got a very old text message today. 

I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past. 

It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box,