tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083048.post-1074016876372643782004-01-13T12:01:00.000-06:002004-02-04T17:26:40.983-06:00

Gram’s balcony An old cement dog stares with chipped eyes out the glass sliding doors. That ugly thing, I can’t stand to look at it. But it was my mother’s. Doesn’t that breeze feel nice. Her chair faces the narrow street and the 7-11, which has changed names and ownership 5 times, and the alley behind. I saw some people dump their garbage there last night. She sees a lot that’s

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