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A wooden-legged man, dressed in a dirty coat, keeps whispering, hoarsely, to me from the shadows “Over here — I have something for you.”
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She came in with flurries of the year’s first snow. Roused by the blast of icy air, I looked up from my coffee.
For love to survive
Was Abraham’s promised land,
They bother another,
Bodies bumping, skulls attacking —
I paced outside in the parking lot, agonizing.