MAULING THE FIRE STATION
See that this happens, happenstance;
I stand by the window just watching.
The lights are bright, as well they
might be : cars, travelers, vacationers,
and vacillators. Too. Everyone aligns
themselves with the starry bright.
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Hey! I haven't worn a coat in two
months, and that's a real switch. It's
June, and I'm still wearing my boots?
The fireman waltzes by, and he wears
what I never have : that tan-heavy
fireman's coat, and boots, the sort of
outfit they fight fires with. Actually
against. But you get the gist.
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