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AND, HINGES

Fog hanged over the park, the night cold, and, clean

against the tree you leaned in the sunlight, breathing

he spinned the car out on fine gravel near the gate

she laughing at the tree standing straggly over the fence.

And, the drain clogs, when I shower, with my hair,

queasily, paper rolling out of your handbag, glinting sequins,

and, she stood, laughing over her shoulder by the spinning

wheels

‟how do you get to the station, from here?”

Skin smelling clean, after the shower, and, dark,

merrily, tempting me to talk to you, and, asking if you’ve seen,

and, turning to her friend, tall, and, skinny next to her,

‟Taking the first turning you come to in the book, and curve

round it.” Warm moisture rising, I rise sluggishly,

the latest news from Paris, tho I’ve never been there, calm

‟he never could control the damn thing, and, thinks he’s Fangio.”

She knew better than to laugh, but she did anyway , laughing

hide behind a tree, and, light bark late, keeping the neighbors late,

and, you ask me ‟have you seen the latest news from Paris?”

Out back someone mugging laughter , and, he thought over the

problem

to bust her gut. ‟Did you see that turning the horse made

dog?”

Hours arranged handily on the wrist, I scrutinize them,

and, and tell you ‟I’ve never been there myself, have you?”

How to get back on the road, and, keeping his hands intact.

‟Absolutely splendor, the light on shimmering her hand.”

Hourly, and, after dinner they scrutinize me. ‟How we love,”

and, you answer, ‟yes, dozens of times.” I look at my watch

He’s such a bore. Always running around fast over the place.”

She knew better than to know know better than his local hands,

placed

filling mail order slips, out, sleeping afterward in the down,

and, you shiver, and, laugh, ‟it’s really terrible what’s happening!”

how it sounds in reverse. Scared, and, the hairs turning prematurely

gray, respectably, over the nearest sand mound in the pile

pillow I puff up with my hand before the light goes out

‟oh yes, I agree, would you care to join me for lunch,”

spun gravel rising under the wheels, and, him sitting. The clay

lump

she picked up some too, running it thru her veiled fingers

in the fireplace. And, you say ‟you are thirsty,” and, I believe,

and, you take my hand, handily switching your pursing lips

to the other side clinging higher under the screech, and, wheel.

And, she looked at him, blinking owlly back tears. And, they

came anyway, you, and, ‟I am thirsty too, for more dinner wine”

‟not having any money, but wanting to speak to you so much.”

‟Who? Who? Does he think he is? Anyway?”

She knew there was nothing to do but curve out the light ground

under her, and several more candles to warm the room. To the other

side of your mouth. ‟That’s okay, I love lunch in the park, anyhow.”

His phantom figure stalking shadow after shadow after dark.

And, cry til a little pool formed, and, she rose to go home.