slowly walking down the hill
wind lifted grass
swaying and
yawning
i see the cage where i left him
(the man behind the chain link)
yelling and spitting that he would
steal my car
my girl
anything he could get his
grubby little hands on
if only he could rid of this fence
surrounding him

i whistle him a tune
if he ever figures
how to get out
i'll want to know as well

we have the kind of contact
i wish she could adapt
a chirstmas card every other year
dwindling until it's only when
you remember
to finally nothing
because i'm not worth
any recollection
and she aches to
show me that