Our lives
seeds in maracas, tapping...
Aged eyes, crinkled skin, black
man in a white hat, I
saw you helping the shrunken white zinnia, I saw you in
the library, I saw you again walking by;
when you said "hi" I felt nervous though I'd already smiled
that mouthless smile of glass girls five feet tall,
wallets uncasually guarded, black
man in a white hat coming from somewhere, feet leading, eyes watchful,
looking classy in that white hat.
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