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like a parade
we think we know
where to position
our proud
asses
the summer beach chairs
the large thermos of cocoa
wrapped in tartans, we complain
every time we sign our names
it costs us something, more market
survey than
census. everyone feels pulled
to center city another last thursday
in november trying to get as
close as we can
to what we have created
with our dreams
we pride ourselves on our goodness,
our civic duty, our voting, our attendance
we
believe deities keep their promises
if we wait long enough
maybe we will remember
what it is we are waiting for
and
get up and walk
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