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Lego

He dreams a car crash.
A bend in the road
and car parts spread like Lego
on the tar-seal, in a ditch.
Broken white lines, trees
and a woman, her hair immaculate
but not wearing clothes,
explains the names of her children.
He cannot take his eyes off her skin,
transparent with delicate veins
pulsing underneath.
Please, she tells him, gesturesat
children playing in the grass,
Please remember their horse.