IMAGINATION
The eclipse in the soldier box, the
lady with the scarf, and two old
gents insisting they were playing
cards. Out front, there's a dark and
swarthy lady taking photos of the
scene. Curb to curb her fine lights
shine. In the distant heights, I see
a silver plane go sliding by.
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In times and places like this, there is
only dark silence or grim words.
That's what the world is like to
those involved. I can imagine
little else but straining scenes
such as these.
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The little man is wiring something to
the box at the front of the building.
Three women are having tea while
sitting at their table in the sun.
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