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WELCOME TO STREET TREES
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Stars fall
on the parking lot of my old school
we walk through
rain avoids our faces
there is what is real
and what is felt
but never seen
at night - feeling means more
the sky in red circles
which fill my vision
there is no sky
shells bend beneath water
the only thing we see is dappled color
the only thing we feel is the change of temperature
are you warm or cold?
with me or away?
the parking lot is full
the stars are empty
I wait patiently for the key to light the car
the sound to expand
in waves through the empty water
then we'll enter
and be within
and go away.
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