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April 7, 2011

night still,

air heavy with heat

 

domestic muttering,

television sounds drift through gaps

floating on pockets of distant passing laughter and chirps from children resisting sleep

 

the splutter of a moto fades into the night fabric

someone’s telephone rings

and tap tap tapping comes the soup

 

 

 

 

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