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Friday, July 23, 2010

New Poem Draft

Lunch Rush

They keep their heads down while moving
these midday masses
heat and frustration rising
until they focus solely on the pavement
while clouds
like orgasms materialized
pass from horizon
into shape
into haze
into invisibility spread thinnest.

They begin to
retreat to the routine.
The act of love
given up
without somber recognition
of what has passed.

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