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 At dusk, in the park,
 The wind blows dry leaves over
 Empty alleyways.

 Walk the neighborhood,
 Camera in hand, seeking
 The flowering trees.

 Ducks flying above
 A pond where lusty frogs chant;
 Water lilies bloom.

 Sunbeams and silence;
 Inside, green letters scroll across
 A computer screen.

 Kids play in the grass.
 Anxious mothers watch them
 Slowly growing up.

 Night in the city
 Above, lights flicker and shift
 Like souls in the wind

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