are they strange
or just unknown, unexplored -
As soon as I cross Canyon, now quiet
carless, then stroll north through neighborhoods
that I already know, past the hospital, then
I can become lost as I look in others people's
gardens at flowers I don't recognize
up there, they have driveways.
but there are still no cars in the street
I won't recognize anyone, nor will they recognize me
my flowered mask will shroud me in mystery.
it's far, though, by foot, to reach the
unknown territories of my town
so I sit here on the back porch
and consider
without
moving
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