Sad street
empty as the purse I hold
empty as the hearts that beat
the slow monotony of time
I want to run
the vast curve of this rue
grab the parasol, raise her skirts
slide on her shiny shoes
By the lamp, another case
stands splay legged, a prizefighter
thirty and two
I paw the stones, charge like a bull
knock him down, steal his briefcase
snort and bellow
A woman screams falsetto
birds strike up from chimney pots
The street shudders
all the lights go out
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