The drunk man stops
in front of the vacant lot
paused, like an actor, body loose,
arms outstretched,
Feeling the s p a c e
Gesticulates a while
then proceeds slowly
walking, across,
Thru’ the cars
Wrecks and mobile,
Across his stage
Gets to the other side
& d i s a p p e a r s
behind brick walls.
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