Stepped out stepped down steps and
I just felt like falling forward
moving faster downhill footsteps loudly
sounding – I could turn down Greenfield
but I just kept on walking onto
Murray with the smaller hill and
One house smaller than it used to be
(White and yellow honeysuckles grew in the green bushes
outside but there were no bushes now
And inside on the cracked wooden floor used to be a cracked leather armchair
that my father died in and we threw them both out
in the black rain where they splintered and drew blood
staining the pavement outside)
But the other street was clear
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