Friday, January 16, 2015

parrots in the pipes

Sandwich gone. Sunyata. The wheeling. No mouth to put it in. Park bench. Flippancy. Oh think. Traffic. Peace. What distant shrills of sandwich. Pursued by a squirrel. What is nevertheless filling. Eat up.

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