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The weather changed
Past the doormats,
Brilliantly square
Doorways, only doorways
No walls
(tables pointed in one direction)
We don't know who's
In charge (but everyone
Turns to greet you)
Eyelashes making wind
And the two people
We came to see
Pull their hands apart
To shake ours
Moisture condenses on each
Table and mug
At ignorance in a hearth
Of people whose heat
Warms under the eyelids
A hardened retina
The parking spaces
Boxed and suffocated
And the light of the roof
Reflects off the moon
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