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Floater

Sincerely longng
for the street's soul,
but smart enough to hover above it.
Levitating
as the heat shimmers up.

The Derelict Mind

After the last page,
after searching through the looking glass,
with desperation,
hushed clatter of I Ching sticks
gave way to ebony, mocha
chocolate brown snow dancing balerinas
who didn't have time for chat rooms.
Gazelle girls
never fog bound in island lore,
too busy for starship worship.
Publicized victories
left no time for pondering
why alone is such a long word.