I am watching a flock of security guards
in training on the margins of the parking lot. all of their ties
pointing straight black and white down to the ground, taking on
punching mats with their clubs, swaying
quickly before an attack rippling
like the distance through heat waves, the thick glass
of my office windows shot through with their
synchronized cries.
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