July 7, 2011VanishedAlan Fox

Fondly, I covet my neighbor’s life
the leaves in his garden, flustering
the wind I blow from running
thirsty steps from doom.

Along the river there is bank,
along the bank a path,
a road, a house, and barbeque,
English, Art, and Math.

When time comes
as it never can
I think I’ll boil an egg
and eat another chicken leg.