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We Could Be Anywhere

Walnut meat crushed on the sidewalk.
Brown-sugar donuts with black coffee.
A mid-day’s nap under our willow tree.
The nation’s cloth flutters on a white line.

Brown sugar donuts with black coffee.
This city feeds off the ocean’s breeze.
The nation’s cloth flutters on a white line.
Main Street taut as a bowstring.

This city feeds off the ocean’s breeze,
loud freight cars, and the scent of dog parks.
Main Street taut as a bowstring.
Urban sprawl spreads out to sea.

Loud freight cars and the scent of dog parks.
Farm trucks at the Saturday market.
Urban sprawl spreads out to sea.
Baby strollers racing fixed gear bicycles.

Farm trucks at the Saturday market.
Artisanal pesto sauces,
baby strollers, and fixed gear bicycles.
Flower boxes on every triple-decker.

Artisanal pesto sauces.
A slew of new neighbors.
Flower boxes on every triple-decker.
That stray cat with its bent tail.

A slew of new neighbors.
A mid-day’s nap under our willow tree.
That stray cat with its bent tail.
Walnut meat crushed on the sidewalk.

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