A flag in the front yard, fence
at the back, a graphite-
lacquered cat that keeps
appearing on the devilgravel
path: this is our neighbor
-hood aria our community's
April aporia, a mailbox
bent at a bend in the road,
its little red pennant still
up, up, & oak branches
chafing the shingles
to jangle, coffee gone cold
in a Styrofoam cup,
as the pixels divide like
pack ice--one part threshing,
two parts thrall--gray
& greenish pink & flashing:
global capital 's local
cater-
waul
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