the sun is coming down on the strip
of park that ran for a block between
Stone and Fulliam. The seven-toed
cat has plenty of water. There are
crawdads out back where your Father
was going to build the fall and stream.
Golf balls on the porch, your neighbor
John's shit is all over the yard, his bikes
are in the lane. Remember always
switching rooms with your sisters?
And the Packard Bell
with two c.d. rom drives.
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