Five Poems

Myron

The first time it happened he was up on his roof shingling. The second time he was stringing some Christmas lights along the roofline. The neighbors saw a shadow pass the kitchen window, then heard a thump like a sack of potatoes hitting hard. Pretty soon it happened so many times people quit counting.

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