From 4:50-5:10P.M. by Cody Davis

White flies synchronize
sputters into gutters
side walks,
and coat sleeves.

A man,
going fast,
passes me
eating and watching t.v.

A black man reminds me of a black man I used to know.
I think his name was Charles, the one I used to know.
He was joining the marines, Charles.
It reminded me of all those I know who rallied.
I wonder how many of them are dead.

I'm chewing gum, even though I hate gum,
because I hate bad breath more.
The reason I have it,
the gum,
is my bad habit of walking away.

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