A hot day in the valley. The sun
Shines on our noses and our necks.
Children in the parks, the sun is also
Upon their flesh. An old dog sleeps
In the sunshine, a young one in the shade.
Our noses tell us someone is barbecuing
Meat. From behind a nearby house
Smoke rises in a thin line.
We are walking, with every step
Our shoes caress the broken sidewalk.
An old song comes to mind
And when we are sure we are alone
We begin to sing aloud.
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