ONE MILLION RUDIMENTS
At the basement stairs the doorway -
running the length of the building, against
glass and steel. The wide fence stayed open.
A sycamore tree grew, for years, and covered
over a few of the old steel tines. The fence never
twisted; stayed straight. No one ever showed up.
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Such a lonesome, plaintive cry - a kitten, a cat
with a mangled ear, one dog, limping away.
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