The rain has stopped for now. Pale kids emerge from the Cedar Apartments to play on the lumpy infield at the junior high; their evening late fall shadows are stretched tall to reach me.
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The Famous Cedar Apartments
Somewhere Else
In Boulder Colorado I worked Kryptonics polyurethane factory only liked the tracks out back where every day I ran to watch the freight trains longing to go weeds broke the tar & tough earth
