The Deal

I see yous turn – both enter the stall,
backs
to the sea of us
Flash of green, bag of white fast-moving, your
imagined sleight-of-hand, and –

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Population: 40

1, 2, 5 –
so many!
You roam with impunity,
fast movers all
Your movements effect immediate magic:
turns party girls to ballerinas each,
forms pirouetting –
twirling open toes from curious advance
Others sing – Eww, Eww, Eww – voices scraped and high
Raucous
backing vocals
to your tender rodent symphony

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