Midday Crowd

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Midday Crowd
On a dark street, cars
weave around people whose eyes
are shopping bags stuffed
with ads. A blonde pivots
on red high heels and the bus
blows by, a blade stuck
in the wind's back.  Papers
blow down alleys, posters peel
from walls, a siren slices
through mid‑afternoon
and for a second, everyone
stopped/mouths open,
just like the end of the world.