A red auto speeds down this hill
Nudges my feet back to the curb
A street dog gnaws upon his bone
And the steps to your flat react
As though we've never met before
Six days and six bottles it took
To put to ink inchoate thoughts
And tuck inside this envelope
I read your name in my printing
And I think of your ceiling fan
I can feel the blades' empty air
"Finding out the girl you like is
Seeing someone else" -- is poetry
Though instead of rhyme there's the chop
Of fan blades; And words; And the air
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