It’s loyal enough and will wait for me.
I saw an old man in my old man.
Today I saw one in me.
The buses breath heavily in the humidity
Small talk is worth a tip.
Against the fence
that shifts the mood to unwelcome
A lady wearing dark glasses and a yellow dress.
Performs ballet.
a headscarf
and
all the dignity of a Hollywood starlet from yesteryear.
Interrupted by her underwear.
The Poise and grace of a bottle of whiskey
She dances.
Against the fence.
Just imagine what she imagines...
It’s beautiful.
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