all day
the man polishes
his car.
the sun upon
his shouders.
he rubs
and shines
in circles
the wax with
a clean
cloth.
his mind is
elsewhere
though. he
thinks about
a girl he knows.
and wants.
he believes
that somehow
what he's doing
with this cloth
will help.
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