That I Didn’t Already Know

That I Didn’t Already Know

It was summer;
I looked down at
the streets
the heat a
promise of mischief
the breeze
a spark of astonishment.
There was nothing I could read in them.

“That I Didn’t Already Know” on its page in my collage poetry book.

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