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They are fighting in the park again
Yell and scream like wounded banshees
She’s the drunker of the two
He throws a bottle
Return fire is jagged rocks
Their camper windshield is smashed
She takes off all her clothes,
dashes into the middle of the street
Cars honk. Men whistle
She is dancing
The two start to yell even louder
She lobs another rock bursts a parked car’s window
Police sirens blare
She dresses. He flags the cops
The police nod looking stern
They won’t take her without taking him
Owner of the parked car is not to be found
The next morning they are a couple
walking arm-in-arm, giggling
It is good to know that I can break car windows
and dance naked with impunity in Sunland/Tujunga
previously published in the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly # 25
copyright 2004
James
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