by Tom Blankenship
The man who picked me up
today, from the sidewalk,
had guile in his carriage.
Man! you are so quick!
How can you change
your step, then carry on.
As if there was
no such thing as orientation!
You are too relaxed
to answer me. I am too
moved to exist.
Frank! don't walk off
like the silver schools of fish.
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