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The One Thirty-four
embraced me, like a lover,
replayed old commutes;
the gray skyline hung
against an orangish wall
defined by the air;
I went to Burbank
and tasted the sidewalk there,
consumed memories;
I miss my home here:
the city's tight solitudes
enveloping all.
– four pseudo-haiku as stanzas in a poem.
