BROKEN BLINDERS
MAY ALLOW YOU TO SEE
Shades of malfeasance! A broken traffic light
causes more pandemonium, yet people seem
handling it well. I remember some guy at the
corner of some street or another (14th, 23rd,
much the same, but landmarked differently),
remarking that. It was OK, but I suspected a
superior air. Well, something about him.
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It didn't jell, and I dislike superior people;
the sorts who snort and snicker. The kinds
who will yell if their soup's a minute cold.
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Never matter, and no mind. Soon a mounted
cop came up, on one of those NYC horses
you don't see much anymore. He took charge,
mostly by just his poise - on a horse - in the
middle of the mess. I figured it for danger, to
the horse if not him, but no one was concerned.
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The crew arrived, in a blue city truck, and they
got to work. Before long everything was back to
order. The horse-cop sauntered off, the horse
was complacent, and the entire scene, even
the odd traffic, soon dissolved away.
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