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WALKING THROUGH AN EMPTY CITY
I walked through an empty city
at dusk or in twilight hour,
I was very happy or rather sad,
I did not have a map
or a destination, only your soft calling
echoed across the chasm.
I could start it, me
or without me, again,
love, after all, felt so easy.
I could hear centuries old drama
played out behind closed doors,
tragic or farcical,
personal light escaping
from windows.
It was autumn or mid December,
chill, sweet air,
no more electricity in my system;
buoyant as a bird dancing
on a peach tree,
I was very happy or rather sad,
I could think now
for myself, I could
start it again.
:3/23/05
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