after the storm
the evening air
wafted in through the window
and a bus started up
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air & open wormhole: the streets just fill with business
breeze wormhole: city twilight
bus wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
evening wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘blades / articulate all the lonely height / of the sky’
sound wormhole: purpose
storm wormhole: footfall
windows wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure
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