Somewhere its 3:30
Yes
That bird flew to the other bird
Little whispers in the air
Cars rolling by to the next thing
Trash in the gutters
Bus on a hybrid technology waiver
In the city
Walking no dog
Walking with a dog
No more summer
Clothes start to shift
The interior begins to sit in the first section
This one cloud looks like this one bird
Flying over to the other cloud
And the bird
Little Whispers
New construction interrupting the old
Constructions
In the city
On a corner
Yes
Somewhere its not 3:30
In here with the broken clocks
And the phone always making noise
Perfect creatures breaking glass
In the city
No more summer
Steps down to more steps to a road with more steps
Other steps
Bus rides for inspiration
Hybrid things
Smells of dog shit and coffee
Plastic works to pick it up
Not the coffee
Drink that
In the city
Walking no dog
On a corner
Yes
Where its 3:30
And the rhythms of rain never change the patterns
It just slows down for awhile
No more summer
Yes
Hazy Acres 
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