thru the floor

people come up
thru the floor
of my apartment
like some dream
smiling saying “high time”
they come from
the frozen streets
to me sitting in the
sky
they come from the
snowy ground
not from a hatch
door to the basement,
hidden in the carpet
of the laundry room
where I slept
as a child

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