The ocean waves of traffic hum now from lamar blvd.
A vee shaped flock of white birds lit up against the dark sky by
such a bright lady of moon.
Loitering in closed shop windows, dreaming of a workshop
and an old house on the hill.
The few drops of rain spring forth an occupation of star burst
wildflowers, smiling in a spasm of ecstasy.
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