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Friday, April 25, 2008

(of course) the last morning

parkbound
                 round the corner
                                   down the street
and which street do you live
(do you play clue)
looking on
p(ast).p(resent).f(uture)
running past
                         trip
                                trap
                                       trop
no horses on this block
because i forgot
                    i needed (not want) 
forgotten
                  dreamobject at home
(driving up&down street peering)

pick up
             pace
                         picante
when i realized
i was wearing black leggings 
                                      and a tiny pink bra
thinking how can i keep the girls in?

 (wanna play
hide-n-go seek
outside 
             the line
                        the box
needing out
                      here
                              there
me wondering why this bra?)

then
when afterwork colors shift
parked flowergarden cars lining 
                                                     streets
                drivers
                dayoffwork
face on
dice
never know the chance
runningdrivingchatting
stopping outpouring
                                  working men
                                                  work men
                                                                work

till finally...
i was running
by
          trying to avoid eyes
                      keeping the girls in check
when a handshake
asked me 
how are you?
you are who?
                          turning dead bolt
                                bolt pass
thinking 
stops
hardly a go
feeling warm palm prints in 
morning eyes

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