Rebirth - Poem by Michael Philips
He launched his coffee ground
bitter scowl at me as I walked
home from school every day,
careful not to step on his property.
In the end he chased people with a chainsaw,
someone hit him with a shovel,
held him down until the police arrived.
After six months of silence and weeds,
painters showed up and a moving van
arrived from somewhere far away
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