Sunday morning
A girl walks her bike around the pond,
She wears bright pink stockings,
a dress of key lime green,
and daydreams,
Our teenage neighbor
turns up the volume on the stereo,
his parents, baby sister, away at church.
Earlier, just outside our gate, a small boy asked him
how to catch a fish,
Sky darkens,
Clouds hang heavy and low,
Silence comes to the pond,
now the color of alligators.
Doctor Grandma 
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