Can you smell him?

he smells like mothballs. 

can you feel that net? 

i was so young then. 

he grew old and couldn't play with them. 

and my brother would always give them away 

to the man with the jungle in his backyard 

and a train set in his garage. 

you see, no one drove us then, 

and his mother broke her hip three times. 

serves her right. 

her son killed monarchs, 

and other things i liked to watch fly.