All the things that don't happen-
a man riding a camel between the
strip malls where I get my food and soap,
the girl who never stays home at night hammering a roof,
you at my front door
And the things that do-
I walk from the train to my car
And the things that are-
the ivory globe on my bookshelf
your car in your driveway
street signs and traffic lights
and the freckle on your cheek
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