.
from my window
.
on a grey afternoon
thursday
cars and pickups
now and then a bus
glide over new pavement
leaving the city.
a girl in a pink jacket
waits on a corner
she holds something in her arms
books?
a breeze rustles the oaks along the sidewalk
and the flow of traffic ceases
the girl waits, unmoving
the breeze blows again
and the traffic resumes
like an incoming tide.
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