and
all afternoon the slow grinding
roar
of factories pumping outblood and despair and
all afternoon the stench of gasoline and
burning cars carried in on a steady
wind from the south
all
afternoon the
sky
a luminous silver, a delicateshade of purple and the hills all
smudged & blurred against it
the
sun at uncertain intervals
the
tentative shadows of bare trees
across
well-manicured lawns
when
did you become so
fucking
afraid of everything?
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