across the street and my neighbor
across the alley banging on his car
between the shadow falling vertically
down the wall of a bird flying
horizontally over the house
between the riots on the television
and the riots in my heart
between the parched hollyhock
lifting its first red flowers
and the empty taxi cab
sleeping off its metered hours
there was something about today
I wanted to say that never changes
between you and me
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