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Swan-necked pipes with mallard-green duckhead-curves
rapel along the brickfaces. Many is the time
I walked this alley. Many is the time I looked
at all the windows -- in heat, in cold.
Many is the time I imagined a person
in one of the windows -- a girl, a man, a woman --
seeing the street not as a hot cold textured place, but
hearing it and noticing it as a distant movie
with their own eyesockets reflected on top.
Many is the time the rain filled up all of the hair
on my head and watered my face and self
with its temporary sweetness.
Copyright Louise Robertson
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