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"The sunken city"

this city no longer exists, neither the halo

in early spring when the green hills

tremble in the fog and rise as

captive balloons.

and May and will not pass through the streets

with shrieks of birds and the promise of summer. No jerky

spells ecstasy

or cold spring water.

The towers rest on the ocean floor

and the impeccable view of the leafy avenues

not call anyone's attention.

And yet we continue to live quietly,

with humility, always ready to pack up,

in waiting rooms, on airplanes, trains,

and blind, looking tough

image and definitive way things

between

unexplained outbursts of mute despair,

like we have a vague memory of something

can not remember, as

if this city submerged

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