a dead bird
blows down the street
in the wind
a styrofoam cup
follows it
in the same wind
a leaf shakes on a branch
above a park bench
but stays on the tree
night falls
and a bus arrives
with three passengers on it
one looks out the window
another reads a newspaper
the third stares at his own feet
the new passenger
takes a seat
and takes a snickers bar out of his pocket
and begins to unwrap it
as the wheels of the bus
roll over the dead bird
but miss the styrofoam cup
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