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She left 
   and the job went too.
Empty 
   I watch them go 
like two trains 
   charging for the horizon
someplace worth getting to, fast.

Alone. 
   I am an abandoned town.
The once-proud schools 
   have all been informed 
that they are only buildings
after all.

And the silent ballfields 
   look foolish-
still fully dressed 
   still eagerly clutching 
their neatly squared bases. 

But this morning I awoke from dreamless black sleep,
to find the world had made itself anew.
Someone, apparently, had coaxed it through a car wash:
all sparkling puddles and whistle-sharp shafts 
of clean sunshine.

Spring leaves shine with dew,
wriggling wildly in the wind like fresh ponies
and when the wind eases momentarily
they hold out their palms to show me their tiny prizes.

And the air - the air!
Springtime fresh, it's fierce, and alive-
the air of high mountain passes
has turned up down here, somehow.

It seems
the world makes itself anew 
    for me
         every day
and I would do well
   would I do the same.

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