Unpublished news

On the balcony, a basket,
vines over its eyes.

Across the alley,
wind bullies a leaf.

On the street, heads behind windshields,
sunglasses, pinned up hair.

They run the yellow lights,
no patience for the unpublished news,

no thought for the tillerman,
who is looking for green vines.

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