once more into the breech
the metal doors open
and onto the platform
pour out the pawns
with shopping bags
and strollers abounding
then inward rush
the melee swarms
and jostles like salmon
up the rapids past bears
and every inch a struggle
as one inward seethes
and swallows a battle cry
of "take off your backpack, jerk,
lest my elbow find your eye!"
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