The Man in the Suit (he was not a bird taking suddenly off (nor a colt, tossing his head to reveal (he was just a man, a man in a suit, He raises his head like a man bright pavement: the red lights allow him, nothing can touch him The men on construction shrinking and moving, ebbing farther away, up into bright, cluttered air. © 1982, Carin Perron |
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