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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

So on my morning walk

i noticed tv antennaes
wondering
wandering
how many
i could count
whats behind door
1
2
3
and if kids even know
what they are
remembering once upon a time
when my dad and uncle
dug the hole
for cement-concrete
mounting those alien spaceship poles
my brother
i
neighbor boys
played
cops
jail
in that dugout
then looking up
after my walk
next door
realizing grandma has 3
on her house alone
but ours
does not.

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