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Jan 14, 2010 18:26

He practices casual larceny off 6th Avenue, summers only
with a mercenary regard for the letter of the law, in spirit if not in fact.
Unmade and unmanned just down the block, set off with simple expectations
and low regard for extinct convictions,
he busied himself biding time
in heat-stroked cars, and up against baked brick walls.
The remainder of his days ill used and poorly contested,
a kind of hazy yoke
on sapling shoulders unable to bend.
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