as i was locking up
they had secured
their blindfolds
and in a procession
followed their leader
who chimed
a triangle
every third step–
between the land
and clouds the sky
was a shining gold into pink

all the time
im thinking of you:
how you would have stood
how we would have talked about it all

as we walked home

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