The truck’s heater gasped a damp, phantom dog
into the cab, redolent of rain-soaked wool.
Its choke and vent was anything but warm.

The day had faded dull—gray sun, gray rain.
Even the slim college girls walking by
wore fat coats the color of wildebeests,

and the aging dour professors limping
among them were plainly no threat at all.
I should have known it would be like this, come

as I had from the bears...

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