They put a cover on the cave.
Well, no one's gone in a long time.
Leaves outside around the grounds, fallen.
Ricky's truck was small enough to fit around the back
unloading cooler, cold soda, cigarettes.
Back on the tree I saw the whole thing
We had to laugh about the people with the warm bodies -
the kind who fussed on and coughed when they sat -
when all around we'd mistaken the cold water for something better.
Hear me? I'm coming up the stairs now.
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