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Circuit Suburbia

My neighbours and I are wearing a path like inmates going round a prison track.

My neighbours and I have passed several times.

First pass: smile/say hello/comment on the weather.

Second pass: smile vaguely/joke about repeat meet.

Third pass: look down at phone/up at flowering tree.

I know every corner every parked car, every barking dog, every biking kid.

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