HOT AND COLD
a red and white ambulance rounds the corner,
blasts two whoops of its siren
heads up Mills in a hurry,
a woman in tight black bike shorts pedals a hot-pink two-wheeler across Route 66.
the box-shaped ambulance pulls away up the hill
blinking and blowing
growing smaller
the woman pumping pedals, all tight on the narrow bike seat and day-glo pink frame tubing
around the block a young girl crouches knees-up
clutching her plastic shovel,
shaking mud from something in her hand
safe in her driveway, intent, concentrating--
my refrigerator keeps cold fried chicken and cottage cheese and hot Louisiana links and I am glad when Kloi smiles
and keeps clipping bushes between our houses when I pull in
and says
'Duke is getting better'
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