there's black plastic bag down the coyote hole. a crazy man rides by on a bike yelling i don't think it's a song.

i pluck a real long vine from the treetops and weave it into a loop for lu to pluck from the climbing wall under the train tracks. a girl in a black suv watches and i can't tell if her face is apprehensive or entertained. she rolls down the window to ask me if she gets out lulu will attack. i say she's friendly but fear never really believes. we move away toots sweet after lu rushes to say hi and the woman rushes away.