my father says

to live simply

is the thing.

 

we are delivering

ice cream 

in lancaster county.

 

amish men stand in

an odd back-to-back arrangement

in a walled yard.

 

i fish illegally

under a

vermillion bridge.

 

my cousin says

the hump-back structure

is chinese in style.

my stones 

shatter street lights

in this neighborhood.

 

i levitate and float eastward,

but i will never cross over the ocean.

rich people do that.