Carl Hauck
Windjammer
Summer bells at the crossroadCharcoal smells in the airChildren scuttle with their claws stretchedEmpty pockets, cluttered mouthsRestless limbs of an ash treeSwatting every crabapple aimed for the streetWhere a scrawny traffic dodger springsDarting nimbly, dropping leaksCinder crackles from the rock bedAs splinters burrow in a hasty stepCoupled drudges in the shade of a pineHeaving mallets at railroad tiesA search at dusk for a shoestringOr a finger poking outCautious whispers from a vantageIn the witch's battered hedgeSterile comfort in the wood fortEarth and scarlet painted jointsLinen spirits in the closet doorImagined trappings of a boyEyes wide, night light onBlinds and curtains drawnIt's a thieves' dream
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