shadow in the sun.

I found you a freezer,
pawned off on the fourth
July, garbage day,
I was scrapping one more.

It was red in the morning
and you blew smoke like a ghost.
Alive or not,
you're staining my porch.

In my vacant yard
an uprooted tree,
is winding hearts
with veiny leaves.

My friend is thawing
his last set of eyes.
Stealing the night
he leaped through the sun.

I was blue in the evening
and soon you were leaving.
I thought about leaving too.
Or just block out the sun with these "get well" balloons.

My vacant heart;
My living room;
A place to start
to make our shadows move.