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we live in this town,
our eyes cast downward
to study the geometry of cracks,
weeds sprouting on the median
and our neighbor’s shoes,
looking up, the broken windows,
the paint peeling away a little
more every day, an empty
street, graffiti on the stop sign.
even on the clearest night
walking alone, the heavens
sparkling with stars, we never
look up seeking beauty;
the sky never forgives us.