It gains significance
From getting morning shade,
From birdsong and stream sounds
In sight of the water.
It’s the same twinned white lines
As outline every spot,
Signing you can park here
Without being at risk
Of getting ticketed,
So you could say the lines
Rule the significance,
But only the way jars
Rule what the jars contain.
The stream sounds, the birdsong,
The shade—coincidence
Signifies more to you
Than the rules containing
Such coincidences.
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