Jimmy Three-Foot came up from the mine shaft
with black teeth and a fifty dollar bill. He found it
wedged between a busted Mag Lite and the mine
wall. His aunt used to live down the street. When
she made pies, sweet steam rolled out of her
windows. A bird would tweet sometimes, with
a voice like a shape-note singer's.
The sewing plant shut down,
rows of clothiers turned pawns, EZ PAY TODAY,
black tarmac walks cracking in the grease heat.
Magnesium is bleak where you mine it but bright
where you light it. Jimmy's ma used to bounce shop
to shop with shoes that clacked like castanets.
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