98poems/movie
Summer day with
the air conditioning on,
outside becomes a movie.
I see the oak branch
bend in the breeze,
the bottle brush tree
bounces against
the overgrown vine
in my neighbor’s yard.
It could be a video,
a very clear photo
pasted to the window.
A white car drives past
in silence,
all I hear is the whir
of the air conditioner.
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