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Drive-In Opera

Through the empty
parking garage,
the man with beads
in his dreadlocked hair
strolls,
singing opera
open-throttle.

His well-trained lungs,
two vest-pockets
of air, really,
fill the whole space
of this
acoustic theatre.

The swelling tenor
vibrates
the very rebar
in the
cement pillars
like walls that might,
any moment,
come tumbling
down.