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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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