trees bend and wave, flowers remind me of running
through bushes with purple bunches, floral and lush until
the snap–a swing-set unmovable-cemented haphazardly
in the backyard with all its knobby trees and rotten leaves.
apple-core eyes are smokey and coiling under an invisible
chain-link fence for dogs, cutting the bandit’s neck staining
bare feet like crab-apples–ghostly presence in the long
shady patches of lawn… a black cat crosses a toe-headed boy.
he stretches his stubby fat fingers and yawns as a woodpile
splinters, sparks, and burns to the ground.