nothing means more
than the bright nebula
of gnats over tall grass
in the sun
yellow leaves fall like
a school of goldenrod minnows
and decorate our wooden
picnic table like an altar
men in striped collared shirts
with silver crew cuts
wax their Mustangs and Cadillacs
just before twilight
& their slow revolving hands
among the smell of smoke
reminds me of another time
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