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                      Have stands shifted
                                   slightly onto rear foot
                      shoulders held
                                   an inch upwards
                      looking down waiting
                                   for the latest sentence
                                   of his friend’s child
                                   to complete

                      but it doesn’t and he laughs
                                   and talks with his friend awhile
                                   and the child
                      breaks away weaving down the pavement
                                   and turns face
                                   into the fence
                      and stays there some seconds
                                   then kicks the fence






child wormhole: Allen Ginsberg’s // child
Have wormhole: poessay VI: // truth
identity wormhole: Have
pavement wormhole: Boy
streets & talking wormhole: street