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as precious moments slipped awaythey savored marinatedvegetables at a wrought-iron restaurant with white wine and a wide glass view by candlelight she wore her dress of shimmering blue with straps slipping and a daring cut he wore his simple dark gray suit, awkward as always, with a stiff white collar and a smart yellow-striped tie they walked along the pier as seagulls cried and turned the stars inside-out at the lake's horizon at the wooden ledge they sat and dangled their feet — she held her elegant heels in her hand he said 'it's really nice, just sitting here' and stole another breath, but a group of tourists hollered in delight, throwing bird seed blind over the bench behind them, and seagulls showed no restraint and swarmed the two, in dress and suit, and pecked away they jumped back, they crawled, they ran, while the tourists made apologies, and something bitter filled the incandescent air smoke, lit by streetlight, mingled with the skyline nearby, the warning tones of a garbage truck, reversing echoing from a distance, fire sirens hollowed out the empty streets a helicopter and a bright white light (C) 7/28/99 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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