Sliced by power lines and their poles, otherwise a floorless blue sky.
In coffee-laden air, students' brains loop through hand-held devices;
others clone thoughts circulating behind foreheads cradled in
recalculating palms.

On a radio, Sammy Davis Jr.'s singing "That Old Black Magic."
If primal man thinks he's hearing a ghost, he'd be right.

 

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