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Fluorescent

Do you know the evening hours

when seagulls appear phosphorescent?

Certainly cold and irritant

Like a fluorescent light

as if you will become raw and ugly

contrary and shoddy

 

You will be punched by hasty people’s bags/purses

on your flank, they won’t turn and look back

Road sides are full of leaves and paper

It is their right alone to stop

 

You must have/need a place to go

A door to enter

They don’t like those who meander, the road

must lead somewhere

 

Nobody is looking at the sky

on the evening hours

when the seagulls appear phosphorescent

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