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there is a soft breeze

that seems to gently blow

the earth between

the moon and sun



the neighborhood

tingles with wood

against metal rods



with scotch in hand

i open my senses

to what rolls over me



and i can dream



i think about

a moment like this

where you are with me



but  i have to know



the more i think that

the more i am alone