how bout that dream machine,
and the rain gently laying its cheek
upon the sun's lap
or the mother pushing her kids in the shopping cart
pulling back and pushing forth on the speed bumps,
taking turns laughing
him over there on the wheelchair
racing down the parking lot
growling up a speed limit
and a hunchback from taipei
with a crossed wrist following him
while the world is played again
and ashy knees under overalls,
velcro or bunny rabbit
with a sugar stain just left of the lip
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