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Three Line Lunch: Cypress Park Patio Night

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 162

Cypress Park Patio Night

Seventeen shots loud and close. Elise runs through gate from back patio as car peels out.
While on phone with 911 we hear the same gun one block down, ten more shots.
Soon helicopter thuds rhythmic circles above, its spotlight paininting houses and street.