5:30 P.M.—Friday

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Cold wind and cars

stall in lines

on N. Lamar.

The parking lot to the

“natural foods” grocery store

and the “locally owned” bookstore

crowds with machines that complete

the escape from ignored

old earth-bound time

questioned by carbon dioxide

leaked in a moment to obtain

a six-pack of English beer.

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