Just around the street corner the sky heard
The man say to the woman
But that’s what this place is like
They don’t trust friendship
They don’t need it
And the tree whom the two had just gone past heard
The woman say
They have their own people clustering around them
And that’s more than enough
And they don’t need any more people
The street, meanwhile, let them walk the walk and talk
The talk
Without making a reply, exactly the way a street
Behaves
There were other things they talked about
Such as their mutual agreement that
They get used to the generally accepted cultural
Segregation and their newly bred sense of aplomb
And phlegm
As for other things that might hurt if let out
The sky, the tree and the trees, as well as the street
Were willing to keep mum about
So downtrodden by the wheels, the wind or the wings
Like the two
With no hopes of ever changing the
Colour
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