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Ancient brick buildings,
One-bedroom awareness.
mother city.
summer I view through the sweat,
spinning hot,
I shared my love with the afternoon.

Brick buildings ancient daydreams,
One-bedroom awareness.
mother city.
footsteps soft returning
summer again is past
lost in black exhaust fumes.
Hazy view through windows
the silky white blades forced into a line.
stare out along my alley,
Six-year-old eyes again,
love shared with the afternoon.
I am spinning,
A sister of the past
I wait.