Like a delicate kite
flittering anxiously between
patches of meridian blue and rusted out
TV antennae,
a small white dog barks
A wisdom as ancient as forgotten oceans
and Cleopatra's promises
swells in the sky
as the city begins to settle back
and prepare for dinner
In a whispered voice
it speaks,
wanting to know
but not asking
What have I done to make you forget?
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