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In a growling, mixed parts automobile resembling A scrap-metal Frankenstein A driver pauses at a green light Stalling parking lot traffic on its steaming blacktop treadmill To greet an old friend through a missing window A father in full camo and combat boots drags a nic-stick And guides his wife and children through sardine walkways In ninety degree June heat on a Boston street His daughter swims in his thick wool, long-sleeved army jacket Beaming A lonely teen with fear tears and a pay-to-go-phone Calls for help, and receives no reply The frustration drains from his cursing voice He shakes the hand of the silent one who was with him all along Sirens wail, cars clear, leaving an empty trail A snake pilot shoots the gap and ditches his stagnant lane to tail The ambulance turns off its indicators; the patient didn’t make it Their apparent apostle gets home a few minutes early A blue peace keeper sleeping in his loser cruiser Does not stir as tax dollar drool dribbles from his lips A speeding truck nearly creams a pink backpack Somewhere, a woman is ***** A husband and his frail partner leave the office of a medicine man She walks aimlessly towards a wall before she is redirected Careful Magoo, he says with love He spoke with the patience of an ocean
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
102. Boston 6/7/11
In a growling, mixed parts automobile resembling A scrap-metal Frankenstein A driver pauses at a green light Stalling parking lot traffic on its steaming blacktop treadmill To greet an old friend through a missing window A father in full camo and combat boots drags a nic-stick And guides his wife and children through sardine walkways In ninety degree June heat on a Boston street His daughter swims in his thick wool, long-sleeved army jacket Beaming A lonely teen with fear tears and a pay-to-go-phone Calls for help, and receives no reply The frustration drains from his cursing voice He shakes the hand of the silent one who was with him all along Sirens wail, cars clear, leaving an empty trail A snake pilot shoots the gap and ditches his stagnant lane to tail The ambulance turns off its indicators; the patient didn’t make it Their apparent apostle gets home a few minutes early A blue peace keeper sleeping in his loser cruiser Does not stir as tax dollar drool dribbles from his lips A speeding truck nearly creams a pink backpack Somewhere, a woman is ***** A husband and his frail partner leave the office of a medicine man She walks aimlessly towards a wall before she is redirected Careful Magoo, he says with love He spoke with the patience of an ocean
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
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