Walking up to the brown house,
smelling vanilla and sweat,
thumping bass,
combs in back pockets.
Chain link and clapboard siding.
Smoothing hair
then letting it fly.
Watching a turtle tread water
in a disco tank,
cupcakes awaiting frosting
on the counter.
House plants in macrame houses.
Wicker chairs and paper fans
pushing the heat around.
Plastic shoes and wooden masks,
clinging t-shirts with jelly-colored logos
rehearsing secret handshakes
with weeks left of summer.
The Word Rummager 
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