the
steroid drops
slopping weak tea
each morning on winter grass
my salute to the sun
more the crazy wave
of the car yard sales
balloon powered by a blower
watching YouTubes on crimes
where I know the killer
long before the re-enactment starts
my hobby horse
wrapped in the tight-taped bundle
of bubble wrap and
fear
watch a
ticking clock
so much
alarm
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