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By Jack Joseph Smith
Across the Street the Other Way
Say there is not a sorrow of love
Watch it moving by you not a glory either
Knowing nothing
Trying to make an epagram
Listening to the last beautiful breaim
Ugly as the body is
And wanting you in these places
Impossible runs away from the rain
Coming back to the shed
Laughing again
Catching the eye
From the top of your head
to the tip of your toes
saying hello
Our sin
Watching the other go by