Saturday, May 16, 2009

coming home

it took me 19 years to speak
of the diverse vegetation in my
i spoke in the driveway
with the sun going down beyond that
sweet-smelling tree
the sky carved up by
airplanes in the branches
my brother bit his tongue
skateboarding 4 spots of blood
on the white cement
he swears more now
and better, too

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