The rebuilding can last forever
First flood, then mold, then
someone steals your bicycle
from the trusting rack on the back
of your car. Cars park nose to trunk
and your photo of a man staring but
not at you appears to hold a woven
basket on his shoulder. We balance
Halloween weather and imagine
we are rock stars, younger than we
feel this windy morning with grey
hair blown every which way as we
hammer and snooze.
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