TWO BY TWO in the iron-barred well of a basement window in an alley one shoe has lurched to rest on litter the moon out past daybreak seems like others on their knees and starving dogs on the road don't mind they never did mind I include myself in the traffic moving across the sky I invite myself to rain down with the others from thunderheads to ground it's said if they're in pain their pain can be blown up
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