wandering
Cicero
In
the
backyard
we
take
to
the
fence
like
squirrels
up
trees
(scurrying
up
dry
wood
).
Watch
out
for
the
neighbor-
he
might
poison
the
dogs
.
Charge
through
the
yard
out
the
iron
gate
onto
Beatty
and
suddenly
I
’m
far
away
from
home
(
though
only
one
street
).
The
sun
peeps
through
trees
as
I
gaze
up
and
walk
to
the
corner
while
you
gaze
down
counting
the
cement
squares.
At
the
corner
I
buy
candy
to
ruin
my
appetite
.
You
wait
outside
watching
the
people
spill
gasoline
on
the
asphalt
at
the
pumps.
Back
by
Antone’s
we
pass
the
shady
men
.
They
sit
in
their
grunge
wondering
where
their
wandering
days
went
.
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