_your book

Looked at every page of it. We did not understand any of it.

Asphalt roof remnants

The shack has it's share of leaks.

It had metal wings

Having to close our windows on warm spring nights.

Site specific blocks

A vacant lot flattened and four orange blocks placed on sides. A train passes twice a day.

Late afternoon glow in the station

The lunch counter announced the manager's special.

That was the past rushing past

There was no time at the present.

We played with crayons

And when we were finished your mom microwaved them.

Your left, My left

Red brick, rested shoes

Roadway

When will the bikes ever own it?

There are friends

Phusion friends. In pixel portraits.