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No one can find me here

I'm hiding in the street's white noise,
under golden ginkgo leaves.

Sharp mountains
float above the buildings

where the sky has lost
its gray feathers

and hides
a luminous scar.

With my pencil, I save
a tiny fly from drowning.

A bee hangs upside down
from the forget-me-not

so blue, like the eyes
of a childhood friend

I didn't talk to
in a long time.