Brittle

A child in a pile of Thanksgiving leaves

falls backwards into the pile of leaves.

I was upon a stretch to home base a lying SOB.

I was the wind in front of me and the emptiness

behind me and I was and never was that is to say

catch me before I fall. How much is that puppy in the window?

Down the street and to the left and back home again.

Let’s play baseball. In Denver the ocean is a tide of voices.

Do you remember me? My name is Andrew.

The local kids in the street. And the game was tag football.

But then there was music, The Space Center a storage

area for businesses. They gave us an area and we were good.

And my life was full. And my life was full.