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Old Movie Morning

Before dawn, the view
is the exact shade of old black and white movies.

Any second, a couple may walk down this street—
He’ll be tall and dark haired, in a suit and a fedora.
She’s in careful curls, wearing a dress with shoulder pads,
cinched waist and wide belt above a skirt you
know would swirl if she circled quickly enough
around and around like the seasons we pass through–
till we are all pulled into the story:
It’s winter in Bedford Falls
and no matter how we forget (over and over) again
as she twirls and seasons rush by–
this life is full of wonders.

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