Sunday, April 2, 2017

be careful

I have a fever
and a sore throat,
so it's best we don't kiss.
I wouldn't want you to catch
anything and be
careful of your step
going down,
she says,
a few bricks are loose.
hang on to the rail.
I can't get anyone to come
and fix them.
too small of a job.
and the rail
is shaky,
splintered with old
rotted wood, watch
your hand.
and be careful on
the sidewalk, the leaves
are slippery
I haven't had time
to rake. be careful,
she says waving,
once you get away
from me, you'll be

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