out
the door to see how cold it
is,
wagging my leg
to see if it's raining,
if the wind
is blowing.
trying to decide what to wear.
i look down the street
and see
a dozen or so other legs,
black
brown,
tanned, or pasty pale
like mine.
all doing the same thing.
we are
the neighborhood
radio city
rockettes
on tour.
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