A Friday Poem

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he waits for someone to high five him on the corner

his arm falls asleep

it’s time enough to pull his blood towards his elbow

and the corners of his lips towards the ground

she’s walking without purpose

meandering into a shop just for a smile

her shadow is a sundial until dusk is her sweater

with feet so heavy they’re digging moats below 14th street

her hip is safely three feet away from his hand

he blinks once to tell her that he knows she’s there

it’s time enough to safely jay walk

or watch a rat walk under a taxi and emerge as a pigeon

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