She, covered
in Gotham City black
pink under, yellow hair pulled back
intent upon number 11A 1948
(black white and gray)
and I, today the cad
busy
fomenting a first foray
until she exited, without the black
hailed
and walked away.
An earlier version of this poem appeared in the "HazMat Review," Vol. 4, Issue 1 Fall/Winter 1999.
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Poem written in January 1999, in washington D.C.
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