Key Cutting
by G.E. Simons
She is ageing
Wine, wine, whine
Tail lights blur in red confer
City cars packed with eyes
Leans against grilled windows
Of a bankrupt key cut store
But has more rings of keys herself
To other people's doors
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What's wrong with that?
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Nice transition of time and loss--at least, that's how I took it.