THE LEND-LEASE REPORT
My bite was your banana, and they were
building new houses on Ravenwood Hill.
We used to play here when we were kids.
You said you remembered. I knew you did.
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Now, the water rushes down from the holes
they've dug : errant houses already listing in
mud. I wasn't ready for the inception of the
new, but here I stand now, wondering what
to do. My house is your new charade.
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There's a water spout coming up from the
meadow below : all blown out, that idea
just runs free. A half-mile away, down the
hill and over the sand, I can see the
shoreman's shack where it still
does stand. 'That's where I
live now,' you said. 'He took
me in when I lost the land.'
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