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JULY 14

Water is the drug

My son rests his hand lightly on mine

Dill potato chips

A redhead and a blonde in black tops
The blonde with rhinestones every few inches
Down her substantial and round front

Subway floor puckered
And with gunpowderish marks

Doors open square on a blue girder

Laughter of a girl lying down on the subway
Being tickled by her father

Lumber bulldozers worklights
On the express track at 86th

The redhead blinking
Moving her head slowly side to side

He opens the dump truck
And takes the catalogue
Calling out the names of all the toys
We didn’t get

Young sane well-dressed beggar

“I like San Francisco”

Skateboarder in tube sox
His early 30s
Says something that makes the man
(His dad?) in baseball cap
Sunglasses and mustache, with
Manhattan Portage vinyl shoulder bag
In his lap guffaw