Early Morning Walk
Fall is diminishing on this new day,
Tell me what you saw,
Jung lives in graffiti and a bag of potatoes on the sidewalk,
A man wearing a fez gestures emotionally,
Children stare from a glassed-in playroom,
But we can only wave and smile before
Being ushered away silently.
Motorcycles or motor-psychos have their own
Brew now.
A vegan patio, a robed tattoo artist, a bookstore that knits.
None of this is surreal, just unreal,
There is a difference, you know.
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