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Aug 2010
The summer sun at certain hours of the day
angles its shine into
the ample windows of this house,

The blackout is unavoidable
during these heavy heated months
in which we find ourselves,

The power outage often keeps
all the lamps on at night
while none of them can show light,

The brightness in the room
is a byproduct of guided mirrors
trailing from my next door neighbor's house,

The built-in generator they own
often satisfies the home's residents
no matter the time, weather, or otherwise,

The reflections from across the way
align throughout the living room
and up the stairs of my house I hold out in,

The recreation of light here
can be far more than recreational
for my other neighbor's mirror systems.
Written by
Ryan Patrick Walsh
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