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With pen in hand, he struggles with the lines
of prose by one long dead, whose thoughts he hopes
to recapitulate in modern scrawl.
Nearby, two puzzled diners duel at words,
with scoresheets and unbounded lexicons.
A crash disrupts the dormant scene, as glass
falls to the ground. The waiter's nimble hands
are matched by peers to remedy the mess,
with hasty charity a patron's aid
a profferred pile of napkins represents.
Two hours are past; our lone protagonist
now in the rain, we find, he council takes
from friends on local statues of renown.
A brazen soul, velocipede astride,
a spastic path through snarled traffic weaves.
These recent works foreshadow what will be.
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