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Urban Unicorn If I hadn't stopped To yawn I wouldn't have seen The transparent object Easing into existence In the middle of the grove It Looked as if An invisible glass blower Was blowing a statue Of a unicorn Then, Breaking the serentity A billion chaotic molecules Burst inward From the creature's horn They Bounced off one another Until they seemed to find Their rightful place And, outwardly All was serenity again And standing before me In silence Was a fully formed Unicorn Her initial expression Was that of a Fifth Avenue woman Who had gotten out of her Rolls Royce To ask directions At my Greenwich Village Apartment building Tall Slender legs Her walking Ivory tower Mane And tail Wispy and wiry Royal blue With playful streaks Of platinum Mouth Nearly human Lips Very pursed Neither human Nor equine The horn At the peak of her head Reflecting The world In a rainbow haze Like a twisted version of a bubble A child would Blow Not a muscle Of the great body Moved (Save the eyes) Making her look like A giant Porcelain Statue Especially when compared To the fleshy Wild-West Creatures That were horses This Image Was aided by the Smoothness And sheen Of her fur The only thing not smooth about her Were the hooves she stood on Half-molded Chunks of Silver Then she Saw me She Looked at me As if to say "What are you Looking at?" And "I just appeared Out of thin air! Wasn't that amazing?!" Despite The duality Of her gaze I was quite sure Further staring Would be An annoyance to her So I made as if To leave the grove But Crept Be Hind A Bush In Stead The Unicorn, Preoccupied with her own thoughts (Whatever they were, Goddammit!) Didn't seem to notice.
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