in an ocean turned upside down
all the air smelling of puppy breath and cheap tortilla nights
chairs and boxes and hubcaps
covering the shit-thawed lawn
in the neighbor's gladiator coliseum garden
no longer frost, not yet buds --
a raised-bed tarmac for air-bound summer dreams
roundball pang! pang! pang! in the concrete gym
neighborhood kids make good use of daylight hours
and the newspaper headline on my doorstep
reminds me of another shooting
with no arrest
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