Six cars, we go out of the city.
Where there’s houses, we cruise our blocks.
Just drive and listen to the baseball on the radio and read stories.
We’d catch our cousins for lunch at construction site sandwich trucks.
And we would nap in the trees eating fruit. My father, always with binoculars,
watching the lazy avenues for imminent vacationers,
learning from landscapers about the in-betweens of big houses.
