I’ll stand on the cement stairs,
keys in my hand and get a glimpse
of tree branches in the sky.

I remember the earth is rotating
either so slowly or so quickly
while gravity keeps us in a whooshing groan.

Then I’ll catch my breath and
remember that’s the sound
of boring people
still driving.


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