18th Street Omens
February 12, 2008
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heavy sidewalk traffic
barely an open seat in Tryst
we sit and watch women squeeze
through the crowded bar, wincing at
the slow tremor of tectonic behinds
some of us have been
in solitude long enough
to know it’s a desert
where every woman so far
has been a mirage
this morning’s horoscope
said good news of a long-
awaited event will arrive soon
I look for omens everywhere
and wonder if the watermark
under my glass is a sign
of an approaching oasis
by Alan King
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