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I've been busy the last few weeks with my summer class and everything else, so I haven't been able to get my camera out lately. But I did write a fun little poem in class last night while I was zoning out, so I'll share that. No title.

In silent nights with ill-lit ceilings

and heavy air,

we move through neighborhoods

smiling at night cats and children at windows

or under blankets with flashlights,

sharing walls with their mothers 

whose pearls are in boxes 

on dressers and bureaus.

The heat moves down streets

and through windows and door frames,

sliding blankets off mothers

and fathers and children,

but those at the windows are

watching us plunder

their streets for our penance,

we children at windows

with mothers and lovers.