We have sprinted on our paws
from silver fields into the ashen corridors
of Office-Max
How early we set our alarms, how grown up,
who don the coats of men,
despite the heat,
who drive on four wheels down Park Avenue
pasts the willing lemonade stands,
boarded shops giving way to digital malls
which we shop on our palms during afternoon break
Darkness is closing...
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