Cross Streets
the heart
is
celestial
maneuvers
through galaxies,
sabbaths,
and jubilees
attributes
mysterious
four caverns
thump with
four seasons
rhythm echos an
eight count
He stands
on top of a hill
between
1st street
and Pine
under a tree
in the shade
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