The Chevy's bed is full
of kids whose parents left--
too busy now to stay
for practice bunts and plays.

My dad's delivering place
to place and house to house
so sure of every street
that driveways wave the truck
towards open concrete.

The players head inside--
since supper awaits them
atop the stove. I switch
from front to back and join 
my brother. Wooden poles
with wires highlight the path
towards our home, our meal--

a can of Wolf we four
will heat, divide, and devour.


October 2023--Leander, TX