Vicious Sid on the job
crisp evening sun he crows
pushes those cars out
exhausted full of reckless joy
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lot dogs 3
you’re being unreasonable she pined
the back seat window rolled not half way down as if
I had power over the rain her hair
her make up those painted-on eyebrows
meant to give accent
to an accentless face and me /greybeard/
socks soaked to the bone between her
and a good hair day
lot dogs 2
no one looks
dogs / body day-o
that white sun shy
under November clouds
just another blind beauty
what waits
for no scruffy traffic warden