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Frostee’s, Winterset, Iowa
The rust, peeling
The lights splay, bug-like
The Blue
What time?
29 diamonds or parallelograms in the cone
To wait for my friend at the base of the lamp post
Why do I think it’s a man?
The hooks that are empty - hopeful
That’s what they call a guy wire
A time in which the Frostee’s light has come on but the street lights haven’t.