Sunday, June 22, 2014

poem, 3/13/2013

we splayed the neighbors' lilac
and tried to fix it with a hypodermic
needle we found in the alley.

we prayed one day a week
and cursed like pirates all the rest
upon a fallen garage door galley.

we paid for all our labor dear
though would have traded all for a crayon

from a spindly girl named Sally.

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