old boy
standing easy out on
Front Street with his
high-centered gut and glasses
looking far, far from imprisonment,
looking daft and irregular.
nobody winters through it
like he does,
nobody notices the shapes
of seasons
like he does.
from the hot bricks of summer
set in place
to the frigid temperament of
the hooker
he kick-started last spring,
old boy
is on top of everything.
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