Uncle’s House

Tiger lilies throb with sun
along the silver tracks.
A green frog gleams fresh
as an ice cube on the grass.
Her young face waiting for windows to pass.

School is out and trains rush by three times
daily, pulling at her in hot backwashes of air.
Her face pinches as uncle moves sooty
hands gently across her collarbones.

Peach trees across the tracks ooze blighted
sap as he explores the calico dress
like smoothing fur on a kitty’s head
her eyes lost in refractions of
the green roaring season oil steam
perfume of flowers the approaching rumble
an imprint, a red ghost on her neck.


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