Can you smell him?
he smells like mothballs.
can you feel that net?
i was so young then.
he grew old and couldn’t play with them.
and my brother would always give them away
to the man with the jungle in his backyard
and a train set in his garage.
you see, no one drove us then,
and his mother broke her hip three times.
serves her right.
her son killed monarchs,
and other things i liked to watch fly.
