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The weather changed
Past the doormats,
Brilliantly square

Doorways, only doorways
No walls
(tables pointed in one direction)
We don't know who's
In charge (but everyone
Turns to greet you)

Eyelashes making wind

And the two people
We came to see
Pull their hands apart
To shake ours

Moisture condenses on each
Table and mug

At ignorance in a hearth
Of people whose heat
Warms under the eyelids

A hardened retina

The parking spaces
Boxed and suffocated

And the light of the roof
Reflects off the moon

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