And Now I Can't Find You

Your neon puck flew off

the tennis court floor

of your uncle’s mansion.

John Deer’s Gator sat still in the circular gravel driveway.

Your rap music flowed

nowhere near your room.

I found the blue rimmed stick

cracked and left to die.

For months I waited.

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