THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY MY BOYFRIENDS BROTHER:
Mr. Rodney D. Jack
They erected a chainlink fence around
Peachtree Mortgage & Loan,
the building I once climbed
by way of a drainpipe and a tree-of-heaven
to the hot tar top, closer to a box maple's
topmost bejeweled branches -- laden with samaras.
Stomping through a plush rug
of creeper and fallen sourwood flowers, I know
that I'm alive -- as Darwin described it:
greedily hungry, fit to survive --
not the least bit concerned with fences.
I scale the chainlink, then the building,
sit on the roof dreaming
of my future house: vaulted ceilings,
walls...
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