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What I wanted to shout while the steps were moving

Dear beautiful stranger who stared at me
on the escalator –

I think we could make something happen.
I have seen a house with walls white as pages.
We could take it.

I have a lot of belongings.
You might like my poems.
I might admire your ambition.

We could swim in each other,
compare our crap drawings of trees.