4647. HE STAMPS IN SILENCE

HE STAMPS IN SILENCE

In the year 1945 there wasn't much :

cigarettes and booze in a jagged, dark room.

The shadowy ladies, in their black-seamed

stockings, walked forth, proud to show their

show and smile back. The sailboats were out

from Marseilles. Fifteen magnetic moments.

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Now the cattle-clock shows nothing; the dogs

are sniffing porcupines, going into the pond.

The flat-chested girls from the film festival

walk by; gingerly I look up, seeking the new

enhancement of a very treacherous life. And

pale-faced detectives walk down the halls.

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Everyday, there is something in the road :

the dead elm has fallen; its large limbs

splayed and broken on the dirt. Had I

been there, beneath it, or anyone, I'd

be dead  -  and them. Wind rustles the

marsh-grass, silently.

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Fifteen magnetic moments.

Pale-faced detectives are walking

by as the wind rustled the

marsh-grass, silently.