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Summer bells at the crossroad Charcoal smells in the air Children scuttle with their claws stretched Empty pockets, cluttered mouths Restless limbs of an ash tree Swatting every crab apple aimed for the street Where a scrawny traffic dodger springs Darting nimbly, dropping leaks Cinder crackles from the rock bed As splinters burrow in a hasty step Coupled drudges in the shade of a pine Heaving mallets at railroad ties A search at dusk for a shoestring Or a finger poking out Cautious whispers from a vantage In the witch's battered hedge Sterile comfort in the wood fort Earth and scarlet painted joints Linen spirits in the closet door Imagined trappings of a boy Eyes wide, night light on Blinds and curtains drawn It's a thieves' dream |
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