Speak of the devil, she said
What're you doing here?
She stood before him like a tree, all
root and shadow, bark and wind noise
leaves, leaving tomorrow, are you? he said
Yes, yes, yes.
Oh my God, she said
You have changed, haven't you?
She swayed above him like a pole, all
stainless and piercing, metal and clanking
flag, flagging a cab already? he said
You will never understand, she said
And sped away, littering the street
with steel flowers that bounced and skittered
around him and away from him
Some lay in shadow
Some lay in light, glinting, glint
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