That a man can be strewn about Santa Monica Boulevard

and the Angelinos divert in the elemental mode of

water circling a stone.

 

Then the hostess calls for me with a stenciled smile:

I am at the front of the line

And should forget the broken ride.

 

Joseph Byron Bennett

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