Its August
Lock the doors,
pull the shades,
close the blinds and
draw the curtains.
Hide the kids
in the tub,
turn out the lights,
do not breathe
and be
very, very quiet.
Up the street
comes a neighbor
holding a
brown paper bag.
Zucchini...By Charlie Knowlton.
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