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Julieta Caldas
If Not
There are two ways to think,
both bad –
one thing has to or anything can
happen.
Before we’d been going to bed
at the same time alone.
Tram tracks vibrated like phones
on each of our streets.
I didn’t remember the dream
while it was unfolding.
Now I’m awake and he’s all around
mowing the lawn and washing the pavement.
The yard was an experiment in time.
The night was, in seeing something through.
How sharp & bright the day is after that. back