Bakelite Emotions

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Melting street

trapping plastic souls.

Tar oozing over concrete

edges of crowded sidewalks.

Flannel suits and Dior dresses

jump quickly out of the way.

The sun burns white

dark glasses shutting it out.

Around the corner,

a body meditates

on the plight of the homeless,

a crumpled bag

providing amber nourishment

and the illusion of flight.

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