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Bus Stop Wait

Watch the street's gutter for

movement, look at the reflection

against its water, it reacts

with concentric circles

 

find low points on telephone lines

see if they drip, see the telephone birds

not fly away, the larger ones

can take it for a while

 

find a moving car turn its wipers on, find

a car wash, see if it starts to empty, listen

to your hearing improve as vision gets worse

listen--there are more sounds

 

take your shades off then put them

back on, the glare is still there

stronger now, bouncing off new surfaces

put your hand out, your palm down, feel it

 

watch the others look up, take cover

running under roofs, but the wind is blowing

sideways, it doesn't matter, they get wet

they don't see it but they get wet

 

they look up but there's nothing to see

not like down here, where everything happens

it's on everyone's clothes, everyone's faces

it's the movement in the gutter.

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