The sky rows
in a pale milk cloud
rain not far off
on a hushed morning
a warbler's voice
on an industrial fence
as blond blind beggar
who is neither
a work-out guy
returning from the gym
holds out a plate
stolen from a movie set
a telephone book
drops from a purse
by a leashed dog
lightly scolded by a priest
the beggar has the purse
and goes off
with the woman
who reads her film lines
to the muscular guy
who suddenly sees
the rainbow on the corner.
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