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LvcYfvr Dalton


            It was a muted post-horn 

            (read 'bugle') off the black lips

            of an old bull that would steer

            me beyond a camp of mute kids


            a camp of mute kids 

            playing hopscotch

            by chalk





            all routing the same blue line

            the same blue line

            tagged 'cross a Bushwick sidewalk square

            where, in fact, I felt the plastic action figure 


            having (twice) almost cut off the same pointer finger

            in a game for which the less that is said the better













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