TRAFALGAR SQUARE
Or somewhere. The clairvoyant magistrate had
already phoned ahead, bringing forth a few gardeners,
an expert in wainscoting, and a tired old man who was
good with tires, ran the quarter mile swiftly,
held no grudges and handed out alms.
Over on the left, Sally Quigley herself had
let down her guard and was growing roses
from her knees. Her boyfriend smoked a pipe,
and it started to rain. Nobody looked up.
The odds were ten-to-one some form
of royalty would show up,
arrive swiftly, and just
as swiftly, depart.
Or somewhere. The clairvoyant magistrate had
already phoned ahead, bringing forth a few gardeners,
an expert in wainscoting, and a tired old man who was
good with tires, ran the quarter mile swiftly,
held no grudges and handed out alms.
Over on the left, Sally Quigley herself had
let down her guard and was growing roses
from her knees. Her boyfriend smoked a pipe,
and it started to rain. Nobody looked up.
The odds were ten-to-one some form
of royalty would show up,
arrive swiftly, and just
as swiftly, depart.
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