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The river that runs under the concrete bridge

That I see right outside my bedroom window

Full of misshapen rocks

And styrofoam cups

Sneakers, flip-flops, discolored brown sandels;

With gentle rain beating heavily

On the concrete



The boy that walks over the concrete bridge

That I see right outside bedroom my window

Thinking pointless thoughts

And humming random songs

In a grey t-shirt and basketball shorts

Socked from his head to feet

On the concrete