Gary (norightturn) wrote,
Gary
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The Last Days of a Bachelor

Walking on a street too new to ignore
unburdened by a coat,
the smell of front lawns infiltrate,
and words need juggling
like keys you no longer have
enough pockets for.

When wives tug trash cans back inside
because husbands are away,
or don't care,
the ordinary,
unfamiliar smell of houses
fills me like the strangeness of a friend's place
I was taken to play in,
made all the stranger
for how un-notable it was
to the friend.

Those were the last days of boyhood,
and these, of a bachelor.
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