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the color, the fruit. i peeled the orange beside garbage can (with some difficulty, my usual knife left behind, taboo since 9/11 on international flights) and ate it as rain speckled the sidewalk but i was out of its reach under an eave, back almost touching a baroque building. vitamin C i needed. vitamin B --beer -- i'd had enough already. the rain abated, i walked on, then it came on strong. i waited in a passage between stores whose goods were invisible to me. the sun came back as rain continued to fall. i rolled a cigarette. a blind woman parted the crowd ahead of her and stepped right into a puddle. my fingernail is stained, just the tip, like the dab of red at the end of her cane.
September 2, 2003
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