by Gene Novogrodsky
I started to list,
You know, panoply.
And then the list dwindled ….
To grim faces in cars and trucks,
Grim, and locked in, windows up ….
To thousands of heads and eyes down
At the blue glow of the phone in hand ….
To the eyes on lottery tickets,
Scratch, tossed to the ground,
Sometimes ask the clerk to check,
Tossed to [...]

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