over (or those worn out)

and in the bright dusk
a police helicopter makes us
young uninitiated ones
lift our chins
defiantly

and those worn out
sit without space
on the bench outside Family Dollar
while the weeds
thirst for cracks in cement
and outside Bill’s one woman
aged white and drunk
dials no one over and over and
over.

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