• Dangled legs from crab apple tree,
    a ground scattered with the fallen warriors.
    Remember blue siding and granite steps.
    A deep dark cellar of nicotine,
    ugly sun spotted tile always.
    Mid day quiet shade like a four pm day 'in'.
    Remember tiny green stand, and bright blue light.
    I wish I had known.
    Ingleside barbwire barrier.
    These stop signs mean go,
    I mean go.
    Evening won't let it slide.
    Franklin is the same color as the car,
    that drove away yesterday.
    And I know.
    That fist wasn't for me.
    Not of revolutionary rhetoric,
    or the sound of a dictator's gloves.
    So do me a favor.
    Remember crab apples,
    over all else.