Many Voices
After the sunrise
(At first the morning was clear)
The clouds drifted in
The last lilacs on the fence
Drop their petals to the ground
The signal changes;
Litter dances down the street
With a passing truck
Fanning herself as she walks
Between stores and restaurants
The orange tree blossoms;
Where there was an orange orchard
Now, rows of houses
Though they have lowered the price
There still aren't any takers
At the used bookstore
Stacks and stacks of remainders
Overlooked, unread
He downloads crucial data
For his graduate thesis
As the full moon shines
Gliding past the left shoulder,
Past the window frame
To her surprise she liked him
And hopes to see him again
Above bare branches
The third storey apartment
Glows with warmth and light
The sound of many voices
Sharing stories, sharing songs
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