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Over here.

I’m in a lime green adirondack chair.
From the grocery store. Years ago. 
Lime is mine. 
and plastic. 
Talking to the moon. About good luck and bad. 
Sirens. 
And drama past our driveway 
Passed our driveway. 
On the street. 
Then.
Sirens again. 
Fire trucks. And crime fighters. 
Investigators.
Wide stance information collectors.
Looping. Loping. 
along pavement. beyond brick.
Here there are owls 
and high flying bats. 
Then that moon again. 
I’m calling it.
Lucky. 
So lucky. 
so mine.