marks the property line
eighty paces & you’re in
my neighbor’s yard
that’s what the deed would say
if I could find it
it was so long ago we cut down
trees built a fence but now with
the irony of honeysuckle
that fence is falling down
it’s a tiny place nondescript
four rooms & nothing more
there’s a hole somewhere that
lets the carolina wrens in
it’s the third house on the right
you can’t miss it if you pass
the graveyard you went too far
I’ll save you some tea
a specific place
smoke 