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Sunday, February 2, 2014

The city laughs

by Jeremy Marks

The city laughs because
you laugh
and I have laughed
in the downtown park.

It is distinguished by an old gnarled oak
of patrimony unknown and it was probably grown
under the hand of some steward long passed
who would sing while she worked.

Now it succumbs to one buckling groan of frost
before being sprung up like a laugh, again.

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