A mother hangs out of a window
calling her son home for a steaming plate of Golumbki.
In an alley, an acquaintance matches wits
with a stranger carrying a shoe-shine kit
while across the street barroom patrons
try to guess each other's weight.
A small boy watches combines trundle across
a yellow sea of caffeine.
Years later a portion of this
will be spun into yarns
by honest-to-goodness cowboys.
Poke around the barn if you think I'm joshing.
You'll find an envelope with the answers
to last year's SATs.
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