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Two girls
in their high school uniforms
of green plaid skirts
and white blouses
with the sailor collars
sit among the narrow trees
in the middle of Burgos Circle
on the verge of discovering
about themselves
or the world

like fireflies

flanked by two dozen skyscrapers
made of glass
and shiny metal
on top of one of which
I sit
and look out
and watch them
envious but fretful
about the uncertainty
of their young life