Monday, January 23, 2017

poor us
and by us I mean those I incline towards
right now in this moment to share a sorrow
share a sorrow or two with me comrades
tonight with the water nutting on the pavement
tonight when the road humps ominously
the streetlights draws you on overarching
and the moon echoes them chilly also
like parts strike parts of a piano

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