Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Jungle Gym

Jungle Gym

Today I care for every iteration of the self
even those that are reckless and wasteful
even those that are timid

Today I buckle the vegetable lo mein into the passenger seat

At this intersection, always the same two cars
the pale blue one and the white one

At the empty playground
the jungle gym hoards the last of the snow


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