he doffs his dark green suit
and hangs it in your closet
he wants to get started
his full gray beard guarding his
thrust-out chin
no preliminaries
no niceties
you begin working
and you start to feel
your heart beating faster
sensing the urgency of the moment
how right now
boots march through streets
guns point at doves
bloated stomachs wait and wait
apathy blankets western hearts
islands disappear in rising water
the hours dry up and disappear
and he gets up to leave
struggling with back pain
you hand him his jacket
and he slips it on
and departs
chin first
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