.
Almost there.
The sun slides easily
across lawns,
slips through cracks
in fences.
Sidewalks shimmy in the heat.
.
I turn left
down the street
where your house,
like a crimson dragon,
rears up
on its haunches
to see how closely
I curb my wheels
this time.
.
.
(c) 1982, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(Another one re-written from 1982….)
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