Over the Wall

A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap their wings in a wayward wind. Bird feathers emerge from wet claw prints. Faded condoms spill to feed the mouths of empty cans. The garden has no house, rubble and broken verges limn a floorplan. Weeds grapple, roots maul residual slabs of concrete. Black bags regurgitate desiccated bacon rinds. A boy finds treasures, a nickel can opener, a pen with a lady, whose clothes fall off when turned upside-down, a dog-chewed superman doll. That night with dreaming eyes he flew over the city with a half-naked lady. while a can-opener slowly opened up his adulthood.