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poetry
Bus Stop
On Van Ness and Market
recline a Zim's Diner and an
Arthur Murray Studio
one atop the other (breathing)
I am waiting and
mist sweets my mouth.
Zim's, a smell of bubblegum
smoke mashed
potatoes with gravy
Simple Green
(not-breathing)
In the window
a single couple
stiffly spins,
tall and
glass-like
waltzing in
red sweaters
they whisper solemnly,
abracadabra
abracadabra
abracadabra.
Last modified: Oct 24, 2008 2:28 pm.
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