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Neighborhood Time Machine

Submitted:Mar 17, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Rain pooled in glass boxes, under the wheels

Of the deconstructed, reconstructed camera obscura

And there was ventura on Thursday

No rain- blind melon. Or no melon, but maybe a tea

And we gasped as the fabric disk pivoted

In our little leather room

Seeing things backwards and upside down

We sometimes forget that the world is flipped for us

That it's curled and clipped for us

No horses- horse drawn. The summer is coming

And I'm looking at the blue sky

From that little leather room


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