Poetry Friday in Oregon

I have spent a lovely week in Oregon with my daughter and son-in-law. A beautiful place, but looking forward to getting home. Traveling today. Enjoy this poem from Oregon's poet laureate, Paulann Petersen.

Primed

It was middle June

during the durationof a month that was a waitfor each day to come,during that summerwhen I would turn teen,when I was almost something—way past twelve and counting.It was the middle of day,mid-day heat halfway between cool and hot,a double-handed noondaystroke: the clock'scount of twelvereminding me of what I was not. Still a multipleof two, three, four, six,I was a mere factoring

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Andromeda hosts today's Poetry Friday Roundup at A Wrung Sponge.