scene;
clicking like the malfunctioning
engine of a car or, better, grind
bone on tendonless bone of the
busbound girl's knee while she
fingered soccer boots watched
billboard studded horizon the
place where I stand gives way
to sky up to birds (jays for the
most) to squirrels to her grey
cat, nonchalent sort, paws as
big as pumpkins and all that.
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