Billboard, visible
an instant between buildings
Was that its whole life?

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Two nostrils’ warmth on
two curled fingers, blanket
pulled over my head.

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How might this maple,
ready for autumn, reflect
the size of one soul?

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Sleek crow, struts over
the cache it’s found in the grass:
a flat cigarette.

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Pushing a thick knife
through thick moldy cheese, in part
because I’m stubborn.

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To file this under
“you” or “I,” someone must take
the pulse we share

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Two hands and her small
makeup mirror; foundation
sponged under glazed bangs

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Unburdening, all
to the recorded ghost of
Rahsaan Roland Kirk

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One odder pigeon,
feathers milky white, two stripes
of brown at the tail

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Does the young lady
wailing woes to her cell phone,
conceive what life holds?

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The bus, plunging north,
drags that jet out the window
near to a standstill

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Spiderweb, perhaps,
holding orange leaves suspended
at the haunted house

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Six-foot-six and deaf,
strapped to a stretcher; downstairs
the ambulance waits.

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Do I dare to watch
a dog shit on the street–oh,
only a tinkle.

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This, particular
feeling of floating in space,
so new to our earth.

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Birds atop a church,
tiny against slanted slate…
will they hear the Word?

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Two motorcycles, sharp,
shine, neither black, against
the ritzy steakhouse

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The mechanic hugs
his lover, with her bike, mocking
the locked-down grey skies.

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Cold, flows through bus window…
I will not risk a beating
to ask for it shut.

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At the Western stop,
a man in a hockey mask
but sad, slumped shoulders.

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Missed the slow bus;
just in time to catch the youth,
reading ancient wisdom.

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