the opening line
a hundred movies had hoped for
the curves that invited
lightning to strike
the darkness that any searchlight
burned to penetrate
the voice that lit
the last cigarette in memory
she was, he said
one foot away at a magazine stand
where he was
the void words retreat into
the vacuum for opening lines
the shadow the hero hid in
the bell with a broken rope
her bus arrived and she stepped in
it sighed away while he
dug in his pocket for change
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