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Blind on the boulevard that points
at the setting sun, barren

silhouettes appoach, noisy
vectors of rush hour. Bound

upstream, light ignites
the screaming rails.

Fatuous spring, running late
unconcerned.

Empty car's bombast, a thudding
door, a long tag along

the fence to Queensboro:
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSME

Brazen S: ride with me
all the way to Union Square.