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The obvious is difficult
To prove. Many prefer
The hidden. I did too.
I listened to the trees.

They had a secret
Which they were about to
Make known to me
And then didn't.

Summer came. Each tree
On my street had its own
Scheherazade. My nights
Were a part of their wild

Storytelling. We were
Entering dark houses
Always more dark houses
Hushed and abandoned.

There was someone with eyes closed
On the upper floors.
The fear of it and the wonder
Kept me sleepless.

The truth is bald and cold
Said the woman
Who always wore white.
She didn't leave her room.

The sun pointed to one or two
Things that had survived
The long night intact.
The simplest things

Difficult in their obviousness.
They made no noise.
It was the kind of day
People described as "perfect."

Gods disguising themselves
As black hairpins a hand mirror
A comb with a tooth missing?
No! That wasn't it.

Just things as they are
Unblinking lying mute
In that bright light
And the trees waiting for the night. .

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