An explosion of birds
Dawn
Sun strokes the walls
The Milk man hops on to his bike
A young man reading pauses
on the path to his garden.
The dogs are starving
something is moaning softly
calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals left in the yard
Sit up all night,
drinking, smoking
count the circles and wait
'til morning
where is this going?
what are we doing?
Nobody knows. Nobody cares.
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