He launched his coffee ground <br />bitter scowl at me as I walked <br />home from school every day, <br />careful not to step on his property. <br /> <br />In the end he chased people with a chainsaw, <br />someone hit him with a shovel, <br />held him down until the police arrived. <br /> <br />After six months of silence and weeds, <br />painters showed up and a moving van <br />arrived from somewhere far away<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rebirth-4/
