I wake up to a clap of new summer heat
and an indigo sky with orange-gold belts.
This weekend we’re staying at a schoolhouse
powered by a dam. The city is rowdy
because of some holiday, so we walk the long way back,
through a Jewish cemetery and along the canal,
avoiding main roads, which takes us essentially
the whole afternoon.
Robin Mendoza is a sophomore studying New Media at SUNY Purchase, back in his county of origin after nearly seven years in the capital region. He previously studied creative writing and studio art at Oswego. He’s edited a couple literary mags himself, and would most definitely be down to picnic with Mr. Toad.
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