Swimming the Arroyo Seco

		The Arroyo Seco was my
		Mom's playground in the 20s.
		Swinging from a tree she
		dove into the water before
		the river was paved.

		Her Mother grew up on
		the same river, but I
		can't see her playing there.

		Mom loved to roller skate,
		playing all the little girl games,
		jacks, jump rope, and
		running like the wind.

		Did Grandma leave those joys behind;
		why did she grow so cold?

		Did Mommy chase the ghost
		of her Mother's childhood
		left behind still swinging
		on the rope into the
		Arroyo Seco?
		
				

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