Look how windy it's been
green leaves that didn't belong there
lay on the airless little square
it was a summer like they're supposed to be
as all-out as the war raging elsewhere
while the city lay dreaming like a bomb
a dream must have lain sleeping innocuously
enough to scare one, into speech, for a minute,
while the river flowed past the friends
they talked about ways with words rotting teeth and who
'll die next, assessed the motionless shore opposite them
sang the day's praises until deep in the dusk, things were
how they'd always been -
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