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  • Todd Wooten

I Sit Alone

I sit alone in the grass

juxtaposing the chilled aluminum can against

the foot blistering sidewalk

grilled burgers and corn

drenching June sun

camouflaged in stilled silence

as men talk sports

women talk men

children squeal at cannonball splashes

expressionless, nabbing

counterfeit smiles chuckling

reflective eyes rolling

greetings between neighborhood rivals

hands playing with

emerald blades that do not cut

fingernails collecting dirt

misplaced above the ground

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