Forever framed in my mind

Are the flowing colors,

Coursing through the city

Through the neon-blazed dusk

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Along with every curse and complaint sung out

Into the steam of summer nights

Before their parched words combust  

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Even fists swung in rage

The moving parts of humankind

The strained words lovers leave

Before they fray apart and shout

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I miss the chatter of caravans

Of  poets in exile

Their curved words dancing

Over shared sacred ground  

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Forever framed in my mind

Are those juvenile years

That long ago fury

Sprawling wider everyday