the kind of neighborhood,
with dirt lots
bordered by chain
link fences
where
no one threw anything
away.
they set it in their
yard,
or left it in the driveway.
like metal
flowers
rusting in the rain,
or snow.
the pink blossom of a stove,
the baby blue
car,
on blocks.
a yellow tub and garden
hose.
a refrigerator with the door
swung open
to see the shelves,
and bins
where things would still
grow.
and look over there beside
the pink flamingo,
a green
washer and dryer
bought as a pair, from Sears,
in better times.
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