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I thought I recognized the glance
from the third in line
as the chain gang penguin-marched
back to their confine.
The trench beside the road
oozed a stench of sweat
they’d left behind
and my mind tripped back
to the gymnasium where I stripped fit
a long ten Augusts ago and pumped
iron with a guy whose eyes
were the boarded windows
of a house about to be demolished.