where all these little boys
were in front of their ticky-tacky houses,
bouncing their matching balls
of yellow, blue, and red.
All the balls hit the ground
at exactly the same moment,
every time.
James lit a cigarette
and all the boys turned
at the same exact instant
and they went back to their identical houses.
Except for one boy.
Outside all alone,
his ball rolled forlorn into the street,
his mother all nervous and shit,
she came out and wrangled her son,
invited James in for some coffee.
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