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Sights and sounds from my night walk:

Thin horizon above the street where black asphalt meets black sky.

Beer pong played to old sea shanties.

A big loud concert, from two blocks away.

Hurried people with tightly held raincoats.

The rain after rain from the treetops shaking in the wind like a dog jumped in mary’s river with all her friends wearing new suits, shiny, black, like the sky above monroe street when the animals come out, and down comes the rain after rain from the treetops shaking in the wind like a dog jumped in mary’s river with all her friends wearing new suits, shiny, black, like the sky above monroe street when the animals come out, and down comes the rain after--