Walking to work
October sun punched face, circa waste
water puddles
reflect the occasional south Texas scrub,
above,
institutional green leaves
hang on withering to bits like tobacco.
natural patches of dead grasses
arm the neighborhood against tender feet.
From scorched earth
cocoa powder dirt
emerge searing flashes of my son,
my sleeping daughter.
daytime canines curve into their eyes
puncturing each perfect dream
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