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this neighborhood

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this neighborhood
with these pink eyed dogs
all teeth and tounges
slumped on porches
until the clip-clap of a stranger
fires up somekind flesh-tearing drive
a kind of gear that catches and locks

this neighborhood, two steps from train tracks
their hard metal pounding winter earth
the sound tells stories of freight loads too heavy
of nightime windows shimmying
of young girls
whose soft thighs lay under sheets that could be white
of cleopatra eyes
rolling under closed lids
when trains pass