THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

Colin Dodds

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Vagrant at the Playground

 

Vagrant at the play
ground on Sunday morning 
The cops give him hospital 
pants and zip tie his hands

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No lights, no sirens 
for the ambulance
No hard feelings, not at 
that exact moment

 

 

 

South Sixth Street, Nineteen Ninety Nine

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Gloaming on the short street
Russian winos naked in the spray 
of a fire hydrant as the sun kindled 
sweaty pavement, turbid tide

 

Their gristle bodies free 
of eroticism or threat, washed at last 
in the patched pave and stopgap liberty  
of a darkening dead end
 

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