along the old railroad tracks,
a scent of salt flats
Sunday in the park—
shrieking kids bounce in bright tentsunder solemn trees
Millionaire landlord
drags an empty metal cartthat makes him happy
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Dark-eyed little girl
shouting Rabbit! to a tree
in downtown rush hour
Stern men in crisp shirts
gulp wine at a loud cafe—slow breeze through the palms
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