not far down the hill
from the estates of homes
made of brick,
surrounded by thick trees,
gardens
led to by slate
stones, is the high rise
on the water.
when all is said and done,
and night approaches,
when things
are sold and the children
get what they want,
they move
into the building,
two rooms, a veranda,
a front desk to call.
they hold hands and wait,
or fold them together,
if only one.
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