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Intersection break.

The NPR newsman

says the market's up

but housing's in slump.

Next car over a

gangster shouts a warning

to his backseat toddler

while his bass rocks the road.

Two metro cycles

keep me sitting

through the light.

I think of leMetro.

I think of caviar and vodka.

I think of ICE and am suddenly cold.

Reaching for my phone I find your

entry and confirm that I want to

Delete?

1.Yes

The green arrow points my way west.

I follow the path homeward bound,

wrapped in the warmth of the sable sun.

Do svidania.