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Sep 2020
From the eleventh floor
the world looks small
and possible

The cars
     black and white
     parked perpendicular
          to the curb
     parallel
          to each other
are keys
     ebony and ivory
    
I reach out
through the window
and play the street like a piano
Norman Crane
Written by
Norman Crane  Canada
(Canada)   
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