UNEASE
The sun wore
out
the mesh of the
morning
air, wind pitched
among the weeds,
the hum
of ducks like
government
buildings. The
swelling
perfectly upholstered
nursing home,
the trees
sucking at the
heat.
Monkfish on ice
above
the slow, slick
fluid
at the curb. Cabs
go on
moving over the
streets
like a fog, as
if invisible,
as the beaked
policeman
idiotically crosses
himself.
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