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  • It's almost three in the morning.
    One of my neighbors is smoking pot.
    I know this because I've got the upstairs balcony doors open.
    Another thinks it's a good idea to turn the air conditioner on.
    Which makes no sense, since it's 66ºF.
    The air is cool and alive.
    All the plants are breathing after three days of rain.
    A cat stopped yowling.
    I pretended it was yodeling.
    The robins started singing in the alley.
    Or maybe they are mocking birds pretending to be robins.
    Police sirens make interesting harmonies with the birds.
    They've brought out the helicopters.
    Maybe the cops are after the tweeting imposters.
    Spellcheck doesn't recognize the word imposters.
    I had been trained to believe.
    But the red dotted line is lying to me.
    There is the train.


    "Nonetheless, it is the night," says Arthur Rimbaud.
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