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I was sitting on the edge looking down
watching a clump of fish move
around
they probably don't even know their own names
let alone have original copies of their birth certificates
there
was a bunch of sea gulls floating
in the starless sky of a reddish evening
Picasso's ghost sat on the wooden bench
behind me
and the shadow of Columbus stopped
three feet short of the sea
a crowd of people screamed
as they ran
across the street and I don't know why
a boat anchored in the distance flashed red lights
the cold metal nails sticking
up from the deck
felt moist and I had to touch them to check
and make sure they were dry
the massive white
bridge swayed and it's railings curved
the waves splashed against the steps and I remembered
that on the walls of a
house covered in stucco swallows make nests
and if you walk in a clock wise circuit pacing your steps
according to the
two by fours that separate the slabs of cement
and if there's a mist and the blades of grass sparkle
you can hear a
voice reflect in your ear
like a beam of light spreads through a cave
and illuminates the side exposed
"must
be a new record" you said
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