In a blank backyard
he stares at the chicken factory.
Bricks glisten above the swamp glare
swelling moss lines
the broke white paint
meeting oily outlines.

A park bench by the riverside
with a question mark of smoke
stares him down
from a fire pit mirror.
His place of bread abandoned
yearning force field of monkey bars.

Glue spaced on the ladder
with the hand prints
that lead to sky.