River of Stones January 2012 – 5

pocketed between crisscrossed jet streams, the day moon hangs low over the empty parking lot; the three o’clock bell from the clock tower echoes across campus, but no one rushes anywhere; I tug on the brim of my hat, but it fails to cut off the glare from the asphalt

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