Everything seemed to exist
within a cycle of falling
asleep and waking up.
Superman curtains in the front window
and a small dirt bike resting
upside down on its handlebars
on the wood plank porch.
Isn't that how it looked back then?
Have they continued breeding
in perpetuity? Does another family live
there now and just never bothered
to redecorate?
It all seemed so possible
here.
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