"Why We Skate"
Spotty's Tree
The DripThey once swept Main Street Everyday. Buildings shone And old men ran to read all of The classics at the little library. Now that building’s siding shivers; No one young enough to paint Cares about arts and crafts. Mom used to call the woman Behind the desk “a drip”. Did she talk too much? Did she “drip” too many words? I hated her because mom hated her. If she’s still alive, maybe I will Go inside and apologize.The Drip
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