Using Energy


I took a walk with John Steinbeck
Hemingway drove by
He was the only one with a car then

The hay lay in the field
Wheat lay along the tracks
“We used to harvest and thresh this by hand,” I said
“Yes,” he said

An Indian (we still called them that then)
Danced on the ledge
In the wheat
He danced for a reason

Some children lived next door to the Indian
They played a game in the street

“You have to use the electricity in the air,”
A little girl said
She was ahead of her time
She was ahead of mine
Her parents didn’t believe her
I believed

I could see it in the children’s eyes
The way they worked together
The way they played together

I felt the magic
The Indian danced and smiled

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