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 The Fish and the Stars I get off the bus at the corner of darkness and 73rd where the heart of the water beats. A fish brushes the reeds and shakes the stars reflected on the lake. Then the true stars tremble up above in the high oceans of the night. Luis Bolaños  He Imagines... Looking out his window He imagines he's in space. Trees become planets. Headlights... Stars. She stares blankly out her window. Bored. Trees are trees. Cars are cars. She is impatient. The bus stops. They disembark. Him, onto the moon during a meteor shower. Her, onto pavement... And into the rain. Kathryn Christensen 
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