Sticking out like that for days,
All smooth rounded curves
And unbroken glass.
There were the large chunks of debris
Gathered conveniently above on the viaduct,
As if someone knew
We were always wandering the truck lot
Looking for something to do.
We had baseball bats
And there were bricks lying about.
We were inquisitive, curious,
Unwatched, unsupervised boy children.
It was irresistible,
A forties Chevy,
I think.
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