Poem — Sunset Over The Mountains

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Now,

Pause to see the sweep of things -

Back across the dingy fields

Strewn with small sectioned spaces

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Unfinished birdcages with the metal doors swinging in the idiot wind

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Blasted-out wooden-slat workshops

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Half-planted vegetable rows; plastic vine-crawler poles half-slumped

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Miniature canopied teatime gardens — (these are tidy)

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Apocalyptic chicken coops

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Two boys sharing a bike

Teasing girls — probably family — in tutus,

The younger boy pounding his brother’s back for him to slow down

Until he’s so upset that he cries, and the older boy has his victory and swerves to a stop,

They’ve got taekwondo gear on, tarnished white belts and cheaply-logoed robes;

Everyone is still wearing

The last class they attended