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garage is filling with CO and sweat.
The brick pile overhead is as quiet as a dog
Standing at the head of the stairs, head cocked.
What's down there? Where is the beautiful Buick?
Where are the Four Seasons painted on the walls
In the dining room where no one was allowed?
And yet we passed. The styles changed, some for the better.
Boys showed each other dances. Girls talked.
No one knew a thing, or ever would. It was Paradise.
It might still be. But somehow in that fixed point
Some young twerps live now. They talk to each other
On phones and walk too fast, through the rooms
Past the others, who are telling stories about themselves
And are too young to notice the wet and the smell outside.
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