the dried channels
of long dead rivers
my etched face
missing them all
a day moon sails
in the blue wind
grade school inhaling
a mimeographed
pop quiz
film noir
a slim curl of smoke
from the barrel
the dried channels
of long dead rivers
my etched face
missing them all
a day moon sails
in the blue wind
grade school inhaling
a mimeographed
pop quiz
film noir
a slim curl of smoke
from the barrel
Christmas Eve . . .
cars jostle
for parking space
foggy day . . .
soldiers with orders
to shoot at sight
abandoned alley —
spider starts
trip with the wind
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