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Sport 35: Winter 2007

Coming back

page 75

Coming back

This new home sets itself
between us and the rain: its
ceiling so lowered,
we can't hear it
on the roof.

The man I'm following
flicks his finger
into every change slot
of every parking machine.

It's my only sadness.
Dense, black compost in my fingernails.