Along the river,

the space has a lot more of

opportunities.

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Cars pass on the bridge,

the wind blows all around me. 

I hear the highway. 

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The sun strikes me bright.

The river is all dried up --

vegetation nears. 

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 I look at the dome,

so the dome looks back at me --

our relationship. 

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I walk up the path,

then I sit by the levee --

taking it all in. 

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The space could be more.

Opportunities exist

to make this place great.