A delivery truck
a crowd erupting onto the street
glass office towers, police cars
as you cross at an odd angle
parallax and shot from the hip
Grand Central Terminal leans in
a fusillade of flags
on a light post, a stone eagle
this is you, your hair on fire
blown over your sunglasses
red-center in your tag sale slicker
halfway across 42nd Street
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