Tuesday, August 21, 2012


Lucy was bawling
on the black and white
screen that turned
to snow every so often
in the hot summer night
outside I walked
the neighborhood sidewalk
by myself
from open front doors
flickering light spilled
onto front porches
and at the Taylor house
I could hear Spanish
and then I knew
that crazy Cuban
discovered another
red harebrained scheme
gone wrong.

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