She runs so softly
that her footfalls
make no sound.
Past the splash
of broken Mercedes
window glass
sparkling in the street
where an ill-considered
midnight parking decision
put a dent in the deductible
of the Allstate customer
who'd cabbed back
to the suburbs after
four or five too many
the night before.
She runs softly
in the dim dawn,
over ginko leaves,
golden premonitions
of the pale shredded
documents that soon
will drift like snowflakes
from any windows
in the district
still capable
of opening
at all.
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