Driving Past the Properties I Landscaped as a Teenager

Look, netted in shadows of dyingelms, we study our sandwiches like manuals,unscrew thermos warheads, doze, hat brims down, while one cups a jointas if it were a hatchling, offeringthe cinder, its smoke a rope flung to where I toil astride...

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