THE MIND NOW
AT A STANDOFF
(kearney street, 1961)
We've taken the different sides of Evil, measured
its wares and counted those steps to perdition.
Now only Shakespeare awaits using his quill.
There is nowhere left to go.
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In 1961, the delivery truck was dark blue, standing
idle at the curb - bread and cake were its only wares.
The ice man, he too came along, knowing his days were
numbered - while the women of Kearney Street came out,
nonetheless, with their slips of paper for chunks of ice.
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Everything was measured and counted. Delivered
and finished. The two men nodded, one to the
other, as they went their separate ways.
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