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4/30/2003

2nd Street Sidewalk - South

Old brown coat to the knees, Sleeves too short. Walking slowly To the next light. Third Street Corner, tents and plastic. Concrete Cleaned by a night of rain. Orange Clouds in the morning reflect In a pool across from a billboard For Nike shoes, "Nike, es por tu!"

The air is sweet and clean Untrimmed eyebrows and long hair A week unshaven. A deep Breath and sigh.

The building is four stories Painted brick, open windows No curtains. A door Opens on 3rd street but Is boarded up. Pigeons fly from the second Story into an open window on The first.

Close the left eye, the Right eye sees a quarter On the wheelchair ramp To the street. Close The right, the left Sees stars and a gibbous Moon. The red sky streaks Turn gray. Time to turn around.


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4/29/2003

2nd Street Parking Lot

Light blue cotton exercise pants Rolled up over the knees Plastic bag, left hand Pointing then scratching White t-shirt, bony neck Protruding forward A turtle man. A fish staring Into the world, below The oxygen, above Into a grayish mass of flying Objects. Words On buildings, buses, taxis Come, flying into the fish scaled Head, parallel strings of a Story that is indecipherable And meaningful.

Snap the lighter Cigarette smoke follows Off, right hand waving At the traffic light Repeating, "they've ripped Out the trees."


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