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Condolence Call for America

Condolence Call for America

The luminous call for the birdsong bells
A dream dies every few seconds in this place
A foreign territory with the hint of the familiar
How places change
How ideals fall
Like the playground that became a parking lot
No one remembers what she used to be
Like a doppelganger,
She flickered
And then, disappeared
leaving the trace of sour perfume
This place
I no longer recognize
as I stare forever
into this funhouse mirror
Foreboding and dark
I fear
The days to come.

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