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By Thomas Fucaloro

Up and down the hippo on the diving board
we all watch. Up down 4 legs jingle jangle
it’s fun to watch the dripping pool of fear
in another thing’s eyes. Or is it what we
jump into that fears us the most? I drink
some lemonade. He still doesn’t jump.
I walk to the next booth. It’s a horse
threading a needle with its fake hand.

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