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rush hour
it is quiet early evening, late summer dog sprawled on back yard concrete city streets are coming alive, humming. gold filaments waver on the left, on the right, crimson running parallel, chasing forever up and down. and above, above where sunpink recedes and night advances, somewhere in between is the color of tears Conceived October 17, 2002
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