He didn’t know why there was a life-size blow-up T-Rex; he’d found it in the storage shed with step by step instructions how to put it up. Anyway, it was a big hit with the tourists and that was good enough.
Axel lands the Mustang Space Xplorer. “I cannot believe we found it! It’s exactly how Flyers, Fly-ins and Flies described it.”
“You sure it’s still open?”
The Sprawl Mag
His boots knock slow and even on the floor, she is waiting for rain, sand crunches underneath his soles, her fingers are turning the pages of a newspaper.
When the lawnmower broke,
we did nothing.
We never talked about it,
we just watched the grass grow
long around it.
They were selected for practicality, nothing else, because they could hold foreign grammar, dead dictator’s speeches, photosynthesis simplified, pi and lunch.
Like a grandfather clock, the old oak ticks against the window. The carpet is pressed down in squares and rectangles, the way grass remembers a picnic.
After the Pause (page m-n)
As so many things that slipped away and turned from useful into garbage after wandering for too long, the birds no longer look for – or care about –
The Missing Slate
You taught me how to align
the small, trembling needle
of the compass you carried in your pocket, the gold colored arrow pointing north (so I could always find my way).