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a street goes by
and watch
the cannon flow traffic
each way
neither must surrender
wash off the city
run out of map
this is river thinking
the day fills up
and a street goes by
winter the river then
and the shoes
and down and down
with the bones lie still
palinka!
share the bottle now
blue sunshine
and a street goes by
rise in a lock
wobble close to the wall
birds in the wake
occasional fish stir
lamp posts now
river dim along
in the water
ink the sky
towns of the night
go namelessly
as those who were lost
things pass
we could
in all the river dark
moon goes
the while we slept
and where we lie
it’s true that we must pass beyond
birch stretches and beach
as if time never touched
good to be awake for this
magic dawn
and a street goes by
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