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Poetry #289
(published August 3, 2006)
by Jason Polan
I opened the hotel door and saw the parking lot. A man got out of his red car and stood erect in front of it. He was wearing a black jacket and jeans. He began to do jumping jacks. I took a tentative step back. I was about 100 feet away but I didn't want him to know that I could see him. He then started a movement with his arms that he repeated 20 times. He pointed both arms out straight in front of him and then bent his elbows so his hands could touch. He was carrying an invisible box. Then he opened his car door. He pulled out a large red rope. He began jumping rope. He jumped fast and when he was done he put the rope back in the car and walked away.

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