Lunchtime

In the silence of vision
Was the cool of air
The white of light
And the blue of sky
Much was resting
The heaviness of space
Became the heaviness
Of silence and time
All was languid
Life moved on
Cars meandered down the street
People flocked along the sidewalk
And all the signals silently marked time

But in one room high above
An old man clutched his chest
Unable to call for help

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