A Street Scene
left low concrete wall
dry March trees march inside
behind that
apartment where people are hiding
on a closed window
The unchanging marching March sunlight
crashing
falling
Forcibly planted at the end of the sidewalk
Dozens of lonely trees:
military parade line:
holding on by casting a shadow
Cars parking next to it
a Vender alone
greets me that she doesn't know
"March is marching."
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