GREEN DEATH
Don't dog the tale of the story. It
was 2pm. The long-lunch crowd
was just getting done. Half-drunk,
they took to the dunes, where the
ocean was roaring.
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The yellow man with the cavalier
Caddy drove in. One of those new
kinds of Cadillacs, with the angular
look. Not the land-yachts of old.
Usually for white, old men, but
this Chinaman was bold.
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I stayed there a while. It was the
parking lot of some dumbly-themed
restaurant. Mississippi riverboat crap,
and all that. A few ladies went by, but
nothing of interest. Too green. And
I usually look at everything passing,
seen or unseen. (I write you a
quandary from the glories of
Death).
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