Equivocating
A poplar next to the gas station. The long road
leads to nowhere. Look outside, he said, from
the other side, don’t be afraid of the adjectives.
The doors still have their faded, special colours.
The other man tried to look, to say something.
Which other side? He asked, only timidly, his
eyelids were forcefully lowered, since the one
who always asks properly, shouldn’t look at
someone straight to the eyes.
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