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Thursday, September 30, 2004

Rush Hour Parking

Red lights, on a black sea the drum of engines, horns wailing, the exhaust fumes snaking purple sunsets The Detour sign, holes like bullets, movement slow to parking lot inching toward tomorrow Neon trophy up ahead the clamour, wheel to speed bump, turn signal a ticking bomb, arrow One mile marker,... Sign in to see full entry.

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