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looking under death's robes
When the pigeon missed your windshield
by three and a half feathers
as you skittered down the narrow roads
of the north end
I inspected the edge of your smile
and found only a bread crumb or two
a smear of red sauce or
perhaps chianti
and the faintest trace of sarcasm
as you muttered obsenities under your breath.
as the car gracefully cantered onto the highway
you asked me,
"What?"
"Nothing."
I chuckled.
by three and a half feathers
as you skittered down the narrow roads
of the north end
I inspected the edge of your smile
and found only a bread crumb or two
a smear of red sauce or
perhaps chianti
and the faintest trace of sarcasm
as you muttered obsenities under your breath.
as the car gracefully cantered onto the highway
you asked me,
"What?"
"Nothing."
I chuckled.
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