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POEMS ON
ASPHALT
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It's so lovely
To see an
unknown
horizon
When the
building by
the road
Is demolished.
II
I envy the
kids
Who line up on
the curbstone
To watch the
roller with
the smokestack
Marching on.
III
Its roar
Reminds a
friend on mine
Of the
motorboats
Speeding on
the sea.
IV
Is it only a
poet's job,
I wonder,
To gaze at the
broken paving
stones
And dream of
the glittering
asphalt?
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