The sounds
of the train
piped in
through the
PA system.
The whole city
slightly askew
but familiar
in its shadows,
its symmetrical brick,
its dry hot breeze
and its lack
of pedestrians,
save you.
*
The blinking message said:
More alcohol
is needed
to achieve
escape velocity
*
The salutations and styles
erupting on the top
few stairs,
where service
is mercifully restored
and the world resumes
its tangents and vectors,
terrific possibilities
processed by objects
as small and dark
as the eyes of a starling,
constantly soaking up data
and sending it back to Seattle,
which sells it to Tokyo,
which sells it
to someplace else
--Rick Snyder
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