Locust Street

Shadows press into the ground,

the black trees lay flat

against the clouds;

jackdaws arc above the rooftops

then push into the wind

toward the highest branches;

a boy whirls around a tree,

emulating their startled flight,

then ambles toward his brothers by the lake.

One by one, the windows light up

as the elders lean toward the street--

their boys grow in the darkness,

appearing larger in silhouette each year

as they round the corner.

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