cross
raze
last
night
i
stood
and
watched
him
through
the
upstairs
window
that
lets
all
the
ants
in
.
our
sight
lines
converged,
and
he
took
in
the
strangeness
of
my
shape
while
i
considered
the
mystery
of
him
.
i
would
have
made
my
trunk
an
unvarnished cross
and
walked
to
the
other
side
of
the
avenue
,
but
he
doesn't
know
me
well
enough
to
call
me
a
friend
yet
.
after
he
felt
he'd
seen
enough
of
me
,
he
ran
beneath
a
black
truck
and
the
connection
was
broken
.
he
visits
my
backyard
sometimes
,
but
he
doesn't
stay
long
.
even
if
he
won't
let
me
get
too
close
,
it
brightens
my
day
each
time
i
catch
that
dark
swirl
with
the
cinnamon
tail
searching
the
sod
for
some
small
bit
of
sustenance.
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