“…Lined shadows
Resembling thin
Prison bars
Descend to the
Sidewalk below
Where people
Stroll beneath them.
A scratchy song
Cries sadly
From a radio
Where a girl
Whose hair is wet
Soulfully sings
Into her comb….”
From “Fire Escape” by Roger Singer
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