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The pavement glistens While the taho vendor meanders Answering the sun. Four sparrows (or finches?) Jump instead of fly, nonchalant, While I look at them. A bottle of water Plants its feet at the intersecting streets leading to white flowers: Garlic flowers Prodding me, Eat your breakfast.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Breakfast
The pavement glistens While the taho vendor meanders Answering the sun. Four sparrows (or finches?) Jump instead of fly, nonchalant, While I look at them. A bottle of water Plants its feet at the intersecting streets leading to white flowers: Garlic flowers Prodding me, Eat your breakfast.
bryan-amerila
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
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