Unknown
An airplane hovers over my sky
my city
of Awkward Silence,
Law is known, and kindly regarded,
then forgotten, and then easily unloaded, off
the shoulders
of its inhabitants.
Everyone knows, everyone does, round
and around the city it goes,
the airplane
hovering over
my city of
Awkward Silence.
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