When I was five years old,

my neighbor found me
playing with a leaf in my hands,
twirling it like I do with the straw now
in someone else’s yard.
I was crouched behind their car.
I had gone up and down the block
reading everyone’s license plates
and she had caught me.
When she asked what I was doing,
I said I was trying to read the code.
“The numbers game”
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