walking is a habit to turn around
laughing into this
historical here, now
can't help it, even the sadness
count-off in used and material
queues banks gear
it's all drag, dressed
a magnificent flounce of leaves
over the slight avenue
a tremendous rush in evening
air cruising
it's faded, make-do, streaky
if not jumpy at times
with carbon and crap blowing
laughing, switching lights, sides
it's a scuffle, a treadmill
sexy, crumbling, unsafe


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