Valentine skywriter

everyone watched as the biplane wrote hearts above the city
then the wind blew them over Commercial Drive
over the cult of the fedora and the wide lapels
where the cops played poker with the Cosa Nostra
and the radios in their ’54 Fords
in the alley behind Joe’s
crackled analogue and
felony endured
as a matter of opinion

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