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by Gerald A. McBreen

Cars overnight
become lumps of sugar.
There are no sidewalks
no driveways
and until early morning
no streets.
From the moon
silence overflows
forming a fantasy mirage.
We are swept up
in its embrace
willing to melt into truth.
Our new reality
however short the night.

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