flickering blue light on and off the pitched ceiling
and then the deep black silouhette of a dog
and the barking bark bark bark reverberating
in the pebbles on the street
porch, mailbox, coffee can full of nails
or snail shells wrung the purple barn
squeezed until the paint fell off onto the lawn
and made it a purple lawn
a lawn everyone called a crazy lawn
a patch of earth defiant
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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