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The item is an orange on a table. The setting
is just outdoors, past the first range of the
eatery's doorway, where people pass and an
awning covers. To the right, strollers walk by
paying no heed. Eating on the street, as it were,
but not - that's the ambiance presented. When
you used to be able to smoke, people would sit
here for long periods, coffee after wine after
Campari, and smoke and talk large matters.
Now, nothing. People stare at screens maybe,
while I, in turn, just fidget. How'd I end up here?
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My time is at a turning of the minor wheel;
connected to nothing, no smaller cog turns off
of me, no reciprocal twist do I cause. Let's just
say I am not a cam. I lift nothing else in my
rotational journey. The item on the table is
an orange, still - and a still orange at that.
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