double tidal orbit

abandoned by the windwith little piecesof paper wife tothe southern sideof my shoesa fluorescent lightin an office buildingis extinguishedin the blueing duskseconds after the yellowstreet lamps turn oni wonder if i havewitnessed something i’ve missed four cross walk signalsand anyways my shoelacesare tied together by your name

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