The corner. Whistling Jersey Girl on my way home from the train, having paused, to have an excuse to pause, at a newspaper box: Squatting to read the headlines, I look up, left:
The blind is down.
I cross the street, turn, pause at the curb: Then look up again:
There she is, the blind up: In her niche.
I wave, cross the street toward her then look almost straight up, meeting her laquer-black eyes:
Feral.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 9/06/2004 08:46:00 AM
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