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DO YOU APPRECIATE THE SWEET SONG OF SPRING?

RENAE,
CONTINUING TO HANG OUTSIDE,
MY UNCLE SWINGS ON THE PORCH,

UNCLE LAWRENCE IS NAMED, YET...
ACROSS THE STREET, SWINGING, AN
UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN BESIDE A YOUNG GIRL.
IM MAKING LOVE TO HER, 100 YARDS AWAY,
LEERING AT HER THRU GLASS AND SCREEN, IN
TEMPERATURE CONTROLLED COMFORT.

ON A SWING, ON A PORCH.

EVERYONE SWINGS HERE, YES
THEY SIT ON THEIR PORCH,
WATCHING TRAFFIC/ WATCHING BIRDS,
AFTER DINNER, SWINGING ON THE PORCH, RELAXING.


THIS IS WHAT SO MANY PEOPLE DO.

ITS COLD IN THE HOUSE HERE WITH THE AIR CONDITIONER ON.
CANT EVEN LEAVE THE WINDOWS OPEN ON A COOL DAY.

I DONT KNOW WHY ITS SO HOT.

WHEN I WAS 15, I SAW THAT WOMAN ON THE PORCH,
PERHAPS SHE WAS PREGNANT THEN, YES
SHE IS THE ONE, YES, SIX YEARS AGO, AND I
SUSPECT A SONG FOR HER, THINKING PIANO OR FLUTE/
CELLO OR VIOLIN.

TO TALK ABOUT/ SING ABOUT
THE GIRL ON THE PORCH, HOW I COULD NOT/ CANNOT
COMMUNICATE WITH HER. IF I WROTE A SONG, AND RECORDED IT
AND MAILED IT TO HER, WOULD IT DISINTEGRATE AS SHE BUSTED
OPEN THE SEAL ON THE MAILER? WOULD SHE GET IT?

NEVER GOT/ AM GETTING/ WILL GET MY HANDS IN HER HAIR.

THE CREATION OF THEM THERE IS TO DESTROY THEM THERE.

THAT LITTLE GIRL, ON HER LAP, DID SHE BRAID HER HAIR HERSELF?

MOVEMENT IN STAGNATION,
A TRAIN GOING BY. YELLOW SHIRT ON A WHITE GIRL.
UNCLE LAWRENCE STANDS. DONT
GET TRAPPED HANGING ON A SWING. OR
ACROSS FROM ONE.