WHILE IN MY HEAD ITS AN 80S JUKEBOX
after dawn is blue morning
full
and clear
and born with cars
and the rich conifer
huge
like a Pixar muppet
looms over unkillable blacktop
100 animals behind town walls
flare wet noses
at a blim
of autumn draft
and
the orange ball tho silent
still
asks
us
what
the night did
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