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Mar 2020
At it night it
moves

in silence

leaping
tall buildings

past
the weak

light of street lamps

faster
than
the
speed

of a thought

Whit Howland © 2020
A poetic forgery. Sorry WCW!
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
26
   Mrs Timetable and Perry
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