SCRUM
Deficiencies alike to domination,
and the caterwauling along the roadway.
Look out, just see, peer easy from your perch.
These are five million eyes looking back at you.
The one man, rolling his sleeves, the other five
looking on. The woman, adjusting the strap on
her bag and then slinging it back to her shoulder.
Like ice on an already-frosting, she brings her
cold aim to direction. Reflected in the lights
above her, a glimmering reflection of a
Saturday sky. Everyone passes quickly.
Far, far above, the jet stream follows
a tiny, pinpoint plane.
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