sliding glass door tracks
ruthless,
single minded
water spigots
phantom insulation
cheating in my dreams
concrete slabs unpoured
underestimated electric
earth to turn
fences to mend
mystified.
The kids have friends,
playing dungeons & dragons.
Marco’s wrapped around
a cello sawing notes in counterpoint to cackling laughter
plus warm orange crush
popped & poured over ice
second pot of coffee today
I quit counting on the smokes.
I quit for a month.
and that first cig after.
damn.
done caught that dragon again
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