to the pagoda at sunset

pavement pounding, slight sweat on a brow still pale from winter

to the top
of an ancient hill –
a pagoda

across its steps, you all lounge like
trees in heavy blossom
pink and white sky, our silky fragrant breaths
mingle with the orange glow

sinking
into a city skyline full of shadows
rowhomes full of secrets

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