Somehow a stack of evening papers has fallen off the truck
and scattered across the intersection of 31st and Blair.
Loose sheets dance between lines of cars in rush hour traffic,
swirling to the left then to the right oblivious to everything,
moving in unison slow and stately the way dervishes do.
Till the lights change and cars stop just long enough
for each sheet to spiral out of control
and the blissful choreography to collapse--
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