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Scenery Shifting Beyond Life’s Windows
Once upon a time each morning began
With a ventilation shaft and the night’s
Foul fall of dreams, drama, and downed debris
Dammed and maybe damned against the window screen
And then an apartment window so high
I could see only the San Diego sky
Train windows, the Mojave through the glass
Then only for a little while
there was you
The scenery keeps shifting, and that’s okay
Life is a John Ford movie every day
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