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It came one evening 
when they raised the flag:
the roasted march sizzled from the ancient loudspeakers
and exploded inside me like wild jazz -
I stood there moved and excited
in the middle of the platform:
deeply filled with consciousness:
that I'm a regular poplar
and I love the alleys