Phone Books Poem by Dallin Bruun
Phone Books
Kelton is eating dirt
and the dog is whining
and there's an old white minivan
full of kids
driving around the neighborhood
dropping phone books on our porches
the guy across the street is raking dead grass
and doesn't say anything
when a kid runs to his doorstep
and plops a phone book down
I throw mine in the recycling bin
and pile the family in our BMW
off to Chuck E Cheese
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