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the levee.

This poem was written during the site visit of a project.

Along the river,

the space has a lot more of


Cars pass on the bridge,

the wind blows all around me. 

I hear the highway. 

The sun strikes me bright.

The river is all dried up --

vegetation nears. 

 I look at the dome,

so the dome looks back at me --

our relationship. 

I walk up the path,

then I sit by the levee --

taking it all in. 

The space could be more.

Opportunities exist

to make this place great.

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