No one moves into or leaves our town
Every wind blown leaf hits a wall at its edges
Words yelled in square kitchens
seep out from underneath front doors
into the rocky river.
And on the main road is a tree
with satin flowers tied to it
where his car wrapped around.
All the lovely people's cries
are engulfed by sticky air
and rain back down at the end of the day.
But they stay
for the winter when the words freeze with the river
and snow polishes the branches
and finds the crevices of pretend flowers
and the crisp dry air coats their heavy eyes.
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