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a waltz in the morning
in the conservatory
least expect
test the room with music
notes from the radio, the news
dangerous jog trot
just miss the walls
can’t see the clouds
that take my sun
go breath by
puff
shrink down to a desk
open a window
and the train comes in
waft trees
their little insect envoys
a waltz and mind the gap
through window
tell the breezes
nothing there at all
lilt where I still sit
to skate across
world live streaming
inside as well
it’s just with myself
you know
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