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Suburbia
 
the newly paved street glows,
like a channel of water,
on a still and quiet April day;
or a stretch of freshly fallen snow,
glistening and enjoying the light,
in the cold of mid-winter.
School busses seem to glide overtop,
and little girls, by two, parade across,
in fluttery skirts like ice skaters,
destined, in their minds, for greatness.
Rowdy but playful boys bounce,
hop, leap and other jumpy words,
from one side to the other,
on the reflection of a clear afternoon sky,
somehow affixed to the ground.

By southernblood

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