From a Parking Lot

The stone is independent of the mirror it says
It says
The grit under the stone is aware of music
Pass
The cloud surveying this scene is bitter
Rain
The human running for its little car
Sings
The cherry tree relocated from a war
stands in a parking lot next to a Staples
flirts
shamelessly
with
a poem

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