The Noble Pharaoh of the Parking Lot on San Leandro St
All that the light touches, yes, but I am king of the shadows too, the diplomat of darkness, underneath the heat of machine exhaust. King of dirt and feral cats,
am I! Lord of Lands, the Concrete King!
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A boat carved of stone and ten figures aboard At the bow a stone bird holds up a drum holds it out above his head like a pilgrim might have once held out an amulet of protection against that good night
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Why’d it have to end? My daughter asks, for how is she supposed to know – a flower isn’t beautiful because it lasts.
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Hush now, child and I’ll tell you a story, for long ago before the rain there was dust and rocks and nothing else upon the earth and the sun and the moon would look upon it and feel ashamed
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THE RABID RABBIT 