One day, standing apart, stooped by a serape of books, he almost forgot,
choking on diesel fumes, pushing past squawking chickens, searching for
a sleeve of space, women wrapped in rainbows their black eyes clouded,
hoping for more, used to waiting, longer than he does now for the #7.
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