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In Spite of Virginia
along the Potomac we walked once
without children and sang loudly
without the corruption of feet
the sidling sounds of hopscotch
and a cardinal in the soft pine wood to our right.
It was always this way in my dreams
until I remembered how it ended the flash
scent of burnt cones and the rumble of a fire engine's tires on gravel
The orange glow changed nothing,
it was sunset, only smoke and time did that.
without children and sang loudly
without the corruption of feet
the sidling sounds of hopscotch
and a cardinal in the soft pine wood to our right.
It was always this way in my dreams
until I remembered how it ended the flash
scent of burnt cones and the rumble of a fire engine's tires on gravel
The orange glow changed nothing,
it was sunset, only smoke and time did that.
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