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- 87 Bonehead For Andrew Hallman The sunset took hours to drain off and left The sky an ocean of azure and ash. The prehistoric van, heaving with books, Sputtered out of gas on Thirteenth. I laughed, Got out, smoked, looked around. A siren flashed, But the cop sped past. Others threw looks And then cruised slowly on. The city warmed In the electric haze of spring; couples Sauntered by, unaware of my jam (I had rolled In front of a hydrant). Life grew loud and swarmed From all sides. Time adds trouble to troubles. Music erupted from a dark bar door. I strolled Across the intersection for a quick one, As they say, to stay the long, ruthless run. ...

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