25 July 2010


Mayor 7/25

He’s holding the plastic cup to his mouth            lips moving quickly            he’s whispering secrets into the bottom            they amplify and become incantations
            the trees shake themselves            turn their leaves to look at him            the dogs silence themselves and cower in shadows
The cup lowers and his eyes are wild            he wraps his towel around his shoulders
                        digs hands into pockets and watches the sky move quickly

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