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Her red silk kimono
waiting for waves
his sprinkled ashes.

Your headlights split night
a little town of hamlets
with a bridge beyond.

Birthday party
sliding down the polished handrail
past all the oldies.

Morning rush
the lift operator’s cough
for the pretty girl.

Exam papers
out in the corridor
some hints of laughter.

Dentist
a cry too quickly muffled
behind the glass door.