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MAGIC HOUR, L.A.

for Luke Davies
Maze-bright, sans GPS down Fairfax
in the Buick, when a thrash fiend
in a chrome Corvette salutes hang loose
then flexes a burnout as he peels off
Sunset; and as the strains of Anthrax
scatter in the wake of his goatee,
stars are smuggled in via the print
of Wonder Woman's patriotic bikini.

Dusklit wildlife suffers no predicting:
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