At the vestibule

The girl in the yellow dress

snapped her fingers when she walked.

I thought she was deaf and clapping

to the glorious rhythms underfoot

but I think she was just a bit crazy.

The man with her didn’t seem to mind.

He looked like he’d escaped into the bank

vestibule, counting coins for penance.

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