Bare Bones
Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard
to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder
how old the neighborhood skeleton is…
—by Poet
Bare Bones
Yard skeleton fell over - first day.
The bones just collapsed - hip..hip..hurray!
Flamingoes took flight
from yard - out of sight.
It’s April second, he’s back today.
The fool of a frame, I’m disdaining.
The neighborhood, bones have been staining.
The spook is a joke.
He ne’er has awoke.
He’s barely all there and remaining.
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