your parents yard is always a cite of [ ]. is that a bat or a bird making it's way towards the crown of our backyard tree? blue june night. phoenix in the garbage can. a bond fire's ghost twisting in the soil. our tall pine full of secrets. your parents yard is always a cite of [ dandelions ]. where do you take your runaway shoes? i buried a lot of barbies & never dug them up. how did i get to be this old. play the time lapse video of my just standing back here & getting taller & taller. your parents yard is always a cite of [ creatures ]. taller as a tree (no no not quite). more like tall as a dandelion. who mows your heart? if it is a bat will it come down & please tangle itself in my hair. i want a jolt of fear to get me through. bats are kind creatures though or so i'm told. keep to themselves like all good animals. our attic used to be brimming with bats until my father scared them away. all animals are easily scared. especially humans. your parents yard is always a cite of [ attics ]. soon i will live in my own special attic. so many places are waiting dormant. if it is a bird though, i hope it sings. nothing fancy just a few hopeful lines of a hymn or pop song. it's all the same. just no country music (unless its gay). what am i going to do with this night? oh darkness carve a firework for me or at least a new planet. i want to discover something before i try to sleep. is it a bird or a bat up there watching me between the thin arms of the ghostly pine tree?