REM Stage 6: A Poetry Blog || julie niklas

06/07/2009, 9:28 PM
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You can tell which way the wind is blowing
because it’s cold and everyone’s burning something.
The heat turns gray, and every house on the street
puffs into the sky.
It looks like Arlington leaned one way,
forgetting that the neon circus of flowers couldn’t.