II.
Most of the houses on the street are abandoned,
now rebreathed with wild.
Sometimes things can happen even without a place:
A skunk sitting cop-like and sprawled on a porch bench.
A gray fox in a baby carriage.
They have no mothers.
I was read "The Tortoise and the Hare" by my mother every night
until I grew lop-eared and anxious.
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