A leaf print in the sidewalk
separated by cracks
to keep from freezing but
was soft at one time.
cassette tape pulled out
and filters seem like leaves
on the side
cold dust and bits of plastic trying,
to figure out what they used to be
looking for salvage.
curb your dog.
one 6-pointed meets fifty 5-pointed.
perfectly manicured green grass had to
pay for that sign in your lawn.
you dug up the tree in mid-summer’s nights dream
and I told you it would die,
not the right time,
poor withered lace-leaf red maple.
I got to look down when you come.
watering can in hand,
pants are too high and gut is too big.
you know they are nice
everyone knows they are the nicest on Winchester.
of course the buyers will love the color yellow,
new windows, new sod, new porch,
new-old house.
on the right the slope is high-
some can’t deal,
using a penetrating vine that abuses.
barrel of rock salt and a funeral procession no,
that was Sunday morning.
10/12/2006
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