how in the final act I circle the house
Chris at my side, or is she leading? am I
leading? we, no, I, need to put
something to rights, replace something
displaced while up the hill in front of us
great yellow machines scrape & shovel
growling while neighbors carp at the
early morning clamor, no place to park
what reconstruction have I commanded?
how have I come to live at the bottom of
this steep slope where Chris & I flounder
where suddenly Rich, my old dear friend
steps from a car, approaches all at ease
leans in, bewilders me with a kiss
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