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Saturday, January 20, 2007

In the Offing

The wind stings I fear.
Only the walls catch Quizas, Quizas, Quizas.

Upright on escalator rails
Stilettos in crevices defy fragility
Inscrutable.

Upright on the Green Exit sign
Uniformed lines on shirts
Flower ensemble on blouses

They hurt eyes.
A fan of peacock feathers turns
Whips my face.

At a distance and Sorry not heard.

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