Otters with heads shaved
like Slaves of Christ
swam in columns down
canals.
One may have been
the reincarnated
Aquinas.
A Mother and her boys
on a carousel,
mirrors captured me taking
taking photos.
In a white Volvo I was
the driver playing music
that "always told a story"
as the boys laughed
in backseats.
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