3129 Phyllis St.
I travel south
down the river
in the morning
Crackers eat oatmeal for breakfast
Four roses are in the front yard
Saddle soap in the back
I climb
the steps
at noon
Where the crackers meet for lunch
Eat biscuits with gravy
She plays cards with a blind man
They laugh and tell – old stories
The sun follows I-10
and sets
behind Phyllis St.
Ponies walk for miles in circles
Gators mate
Boats float
Flamingos eat shrimp and die
I run
to the streets
in my twilight
Away from the crackers – Oatmeal shrimp – biscuits and gravy
The roses died – the saddle dried
The boat sunk
The blindman got lasix
I survive
Somewhere in the South
Fish Eye Farm 