i can hear
the buzz of saws cutting
the trees
away,
having fallen in the street
while it
rained last
night.
lines are down,
a crowd gathers.
i can see them
from the window.
dogs, and children.
cups of coffee in hand.
it's a cheerful
crowd.
i should go out and join
them,
be part of it,
but i'm not feeling it,
i need more sleep
as well.
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