under these grey suburban sky
products will be sold
proceeds will be spent
lost savings will thin the ozone layer
typos will feed the ephemeral pyres of words
papers will fill the drawers
forms will be filled and ragged
between beginning and end, air will ineluctably stroll on
and as you knew, punctually reality, as a punch in the face,
will arrive
to meet you
ready or not
Marco Bo
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