some of the unsaid residue
As the sub lights flash,
The Smithsonian packs another space suit,
A small girl on the elevator
Kisses a panda bear &
The world
Smells of human perfume & cinnamon dipped pop corn ..
A train coming,
Another one going ..
All I have is a soda
In my bag to drink ..
Need to find a solid
Salt of the earth joint for a good start of suds
Or someone could go down with words ..
Must
Filter out their tourist
Voices
In
My head ..
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