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We sent globes on ropes to
Sticks in the sand.
We threw lemons in the living room.
She asked us about new things until they got old.

Nobody danced at all.
It wasn’t what we ordered.
Summer near September.
The other lost beyond the sea.
Balcony. Reconvene.

Silent lemons lead to laughter.
Driving, dreaming about the dreams we were after.
We were headed home, we didn’t know where this was going.

You were driving. You and I.
We were going home.
It was going to the beginning.

One day they’ll dance. This fall.
Forgotten what we’d ordered.
Some time near September,
Our minds combined, yours and mine.
We were breaking outside.

You were driving. You and I.
We were going home.
It was going to the beginning.

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