08/03/07
kitchen screen backdoor, turquoise blues in plastic
dirt background, no green grass
plenty shade through pine trees
alone in re-occurring
yellow metal swing set, a rusting toy
no one's home this now
name on the box is Lines
long lines read aloud to the crowd
red lines gone tiger wild beneath long sleeves
longer nights, are days in darkness
second lives living simultaneously synchronized
one to give, two to keep inside for all time
dulled talons; lost fortune tellers
fixed on letting go the truths, leaving trails
once chased down by tigers.
-huey
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