SOLID BEDEVILMENT
The lady in the car, I saw, was crying. The cop at
the window had written her a ticket for where she
had parked. Somehow, she and he there together, at
the moment. His head at her open window. Where she
held the ticket. One hundred and twenty bucks, I agree,
ain't hay. But get over it lady, I say : there's so much other
tough news to bear. A solid bedevilment is everywhere.
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