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Cloverleaf Drive

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Cloverleaf Drive

He was
and wouldn’t take dinner,

huddled off and
to the side,
the three of us we stop
and watch kids 
two-hand pitching
over gravel,

then walk on.
This old block -
the architecture
is not the same…

- was this it? 
where we fumbled
in her V-dub,
upholstered mud
or taxes? 
this where we 
and got late
for dinner?… -

by the teal house,
I hear young numb knuckles
scrape around 
for warmth 
or wisdom.

It is too dark.
My hip hurts.
I decide we three should turn back.

On the way home,
I thought I saw an old friend
by streetlight.

Copyright © Andrew Gallagher

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