alley
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In California, the purest of the states.
I once lived in a city that thought of having tornadoes.
Pictures cast in the cafateria wall, pictures of tornadoes.
Within first glance, that fear haunts me.
In a pocket of city commotion,
A paradoxical chasm
An alley people embrace
Rather than avoid.
Willingly, I am submerged,
