The scene:
Paper and frozen flags,
Writing rigor. Laws/
Downtown has less-dense trees.
A woman is walking faster, speaking clearly,
"I know your brain is like that stone in the gutter.
My breath isn’t warm enough or siren enough.
Look at that standing clock post,
in the middle of the city,
- it doesn't care."
Behind me, my neighbors –
Ruddy faces, but, to my surprise,
there is no red in this air.
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