TIME SPENT SCOLDING THE BRUSH
Features go away; time only lingers. At
the fair corner of Red Ruffing Street and
Albemarle Avenue I dreamed again Of
seeing you. There was an old Corvair
down on its luck. Sharing a driveway
with two metal trash cans.
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If perspective was Giotto's thing, it's
a good bet he's not here today : the
driveway passes into oblivion as
the lines of vision merge. I scan
and only see ghosts.
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Art is a travesty, and work is a farce.
Those who have things to do should
just do them. Outside the tavern named
'Hecuba's,' the workers are gathered.
It's now after four, and I'm guessing
they're done for the day. They huddle
and smoke in the fair Autumnal air.
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The rain has ceased its tiny drizzle.
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