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Sweat collecting on
the heel of my right hand
dampens the denim
☯
I remind myself
not to expect friendship
there, that’s better.
☯
Bellevue bus banner
“8 restaurants to choose from”
the pigeon pecks crumbs
☯
The Fourth of July
means nothing to me this year
but thick, rolling booms.
☯
One table, one man
eating a bean from a plate
outside, history
☯
The fire station flag
stands at half-mast; butterflies
catch the breeze, higher
☯
Sixteen chickadees
find, on the short sticker bush
rest for the twilight
☯
Who watches the light
in the corner, as it clicks
on and off again?
☯
Every day is death,
every day is life; as such,
what more can be said?
☯
That siren downtown
for just an instant I heard
a man’s wide-mouthed cry.
☯
Steel pipe overhead
sings is own song, this hottest
day of the summer.
☯
I’ll fancy the mush
rotting in my black waste can,
the beach at high tide.
☯
“You look pretty”
says the old man, greeting each
young lady gone by.
☯
Waiting for the rain
settling for those cold breezes…
ahh, wet speckles.
☯
Two drunks sing along
with Pigpen; he’s dead but
keeps up appearances.
☯
The whole galaxy,
denied her by one hundred-
odd feet of tunnel.
☯
His hand flap backwards
as he toothlessly chews pizza,
waiting for the bus.
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