Constructive Summer

Harkin had the worst handwriting and specs as thick as
the haze hormones lay on the brain

so it came as an epiphany when we discovered he was
the delinquent behind the graffiti monsters

whose growls were so beautiful our
grandparents pooled their trusts to purchase the building

and leave it to us untouched except for that day in June when
the wealthy and the august alike

meet with bristles and buckets to redefine what weather has
tried every day to wind and rain away..

God’s graffiti: Harkin,
the monsters, the old and monied,
the wind,
the bricks and
June and us
and rain.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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