Sea urchins sip iced tea
laced with ginseng.
Urban blight sashays
through the town square
the town circle
the town triangle.
Clouds laugh with blue.
Additional parking spaces
line up for free
skateboarding lessons.
This is the dawning
of the Age of Somnambulism
when willows stop weeping
dreams sprout arms and legs
and cartwheel naked
up the Capital steps
and every mother's son
emails every father's daughter.
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| Anka Zhuravleva |