from the front windows

when we saw the puppet display run
on the cardboard stage you know
it sounded like fantasy and
when we watched them shove over
the barrier lines drawn in
the wide pastel sidewalk chalk you know
it looked like comedy and
when we left them going outward
through the corner around the block
and back again past the
unfortunate gardens you know
it moved like reality
and it was


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