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the urinal's edge, where I tip and then tap:

an open window invites

a morning bird's mocking tweet

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the head crow and his cronies

brazenly peck at these stuffed plastic bags

my collected debris: discarded, devoured, savored.

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tiny bats thwapping balls

add an echo to shifting shoes-on-gravel --

these schoolyard sounds, receding

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this rickety train's wheezy rattle

between a baby's shriek and an old man's wail

moves me still

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the train rockets out of the tunnel

a tiny girl shrieks into delight --

the peek-a-boo day, pouncing

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the few pink flowers pinched between digits

as his hurried small steps gather time

and space, plump in my palms

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through a glass clearly

the boy's insistent wave

greets myself or the dimming sun