Why Is That Knife There
Why is a knife on my porch railing?
I stare at it.
Daring it to tell me how it got here.
The knife is silent.
A red switchblade knife.
It looks ominous; it seems threatening.
It stares me down. I can barely take my nap.
It has won.
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