Between Michigan and State,
she was caught without a coat
among wrought-iron intricacies
of histories. Her sheer blouse
panicked in cold air. She was
going somewhere. Her schedule
showed a route of escape. Not more
than a block from State
and Michigan, she again seized
a grip on fate, held on, got back
in the swing of the thing, yes,
back in the sway of her days.
hans ostrom circa 1990/2021
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