by Charles F. Thielman
Windshields eating sunset glint by glint,
rear-view mirrors
catching unsigned treaties,
the prescribed havoc
of rush hour
hissing over the freeway bridge
as women in saris
gather along the jetty and talk
in low tones, watching their men fish,
wishes waiting for a falling star.
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