Jeffrey is outside
playing with my electronic equipment,
hopefully not breaking it.
Everything is outside.
On a sidewalk, in front of a supermarket,
separated from it
by a vast parking lot.
I am in Mom's room
asking her if she has fixed dinner
or if we should just forage.
She says we should forage.
I'm hungry.
I'm back out on the sidewalk.
It is night, and none of the people
look like they belong here.
Now I see people that I know,
from a distant land,
and many more that know me.
Jeffrey sets music blasting
on equipment I had not known was for music.
People pick up violins and violas
out of all the junk on the sidewalk
and start to play.
This causes commotion
among the passersby.
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