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The open window breathes
through my room
to click open my room's door
and run into the empty hall.
They work together here
on Aylesford time
and they all go one way
one way only
never disturbing the
flow of peace
winding river-like down the street.
Even old tree branches
suspend themselves
in the direction of cars
facing
pointing along
to the bottom
the end of Aylesford hill;
where in Aylesford time
a dog yelps
and is quickly muffled
for its voice travels the wrong way;
and water flows down always
and sunshine glances
South forever.
The pigeons skip
from roof to roof
They know Aylesford air
they guard it quietly
keeping sentry
worrying squirrels
and filling the skyline
with all Aylesford thoughts.
And working together
they breathe a current
through my window
to pass clean through me
intoxicating and insulating
as we click open my room's door
and run into the empty hall.
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