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Movie on the Same Way

P.F. Potvin

Plus or minus the weather, he knows everyday as the same way, a quarter mile up
the winding hill, steps repeated to use a computer, taken in the same time and gait
until today, stopping, he counts thirty-seven birds stiffprancing like newly freed fence
posts acting as though they had been there all along, but no, they must have been
released from a Hollywood scene, the set of Blue Velvet where a woman turns toward
him in the theater shade, places her hand on his arm, says characterstyle, "Oh Jeffery,
look, the robins have returned."

P.F. Potvin

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