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WHISTLING SHADE |
You stood there with
your chalkboard and talked us
into growing up
We disassembled
the tree-house, let crayons fall
under couches
Our guardian
angels doubling as one-night
stands until love enters
the vernacular
We will wed
men and women with
certificates for family institutions;
everything
becomes incestuous in America
but I'm not convinced
that's the way
Parts of us
will be lost in unexpected places
as bicycles stolen
outside the public libraries—
The word wonder
will be used, still, and that's
not an accident.