When I am desperate
I turn to simple things:
The shadow of an iron railing,
the sad, anonymous painting
in the basement of the museum,
the paper brick houses along the river
where a child wearing nothing but a winter coat
beats a stick on a do [...]
We were told to stay away,
but my brother was not afraid,
and pulled himself up to peer in,
then broke the lock with the heavy
rock I had dragged along
for protection in the high weeds.
Inside the shed held its breath,
packed with a mess of [...]
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