for Lola Capicola RocknRolla
City Walk (or Lola) A city walk. Springtime and a scarf bundled about the Adam’s apple. A wedge of lemon. That sucked. A triangle of mandarin. Or two. Now five A city walk. A pitty. The dog wouldn’t calm. Orange peel tossed beside a banana peel. Two men talk, as women might. As they think women might mightlessly not fight. A tennis ball. Another's. Just beyond (incomprehensibly) beyond the nose, beyond the diamond wall. Two skipping stones. Found. On this lakeless valley city walk.
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