Three of us there were
sat in handcuffs
Cops had just left us there
beside the broken lorry
The neighborhood street-
was bathed in a succulent dusk to savor
Streetlights still didn't outshine-
the remnants of a sunset
Cool purple reds and blues
Evening's temperature coming down
A large plump pale woman in a swim suit
Explained how me and two others had robbed her neighbor
We looked out from the broken lorry trying to look innocent
Pale blue dusklight, we were waiting to be taken away
But it went on like an outdoor tribunal
The large woman then started telling the police we were saints
Without warning the large woman stood on an inflattable raft
And slid off down the stream that was forming over the perfect grass.
We were let off and given a ride back to our home
Where our parents scolded and withheld pudding
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