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Remains Spring

There is peace,
in this corner of the world.
A audible gasp from every mechanical
heavy and asthmatic
is the last remaining phlegm,
dissolved by warm wind, the angry
nervousness, the newspaper

spit dust and cement.
satisfied hum of printing
satiated glow of stars and street lamps stunned.
Owls
talkative among the leaves and whispers of love phone or what.
There is peace, as a remnant of the symphony.
Forget the drunken fury of carnage pale
this evening in this wind, there are those who drowns

lulling numbness in the home.
exhausted by the frantic barking day
passers in suit fall silent in pollen, too tired to
burning passions, too addicted to
legal harassment, and
scuffed
buy armor to defend themselves in the routine work
weeds sprout unexpected
of longings, fears, anxieties. It is an incomprehensible

undeniable feeling great, new but already known
makes his violent, fleeting appearance. And the unexpected

questions remain suspended in the wind that there is peace in

in this passage of time.