I saw a man
quite short,
red shirt,
evidently balding,
stood at the foot of a hill.
He was pelvic thrusting.
He was dancing
or else being pushed around
by the kind of music
that intrudes on an open street.
Up close his face was bruised.
He shook his hips.
He shouted 'I wouldn't hurt anyone.'
and told me how someone had broken his cheekbone in three places.
I asked 'Did you get him back?'
he said 'I wouldn't hurt anybody.'
It was sunny then.
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