She,
A child, a witness,
Quiet;
and far away, too far to hear
close enough to see
blurred lines of
dark cement
****** sidewalk, and
silver pain that glides in swiftly,
Light that shines brighter than
all else behind
neon OPEN sign
flickering above
a man sleeping, and leaking into the gutter.
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 5:18 PM UTC
She,
A child, a witness,
Quiet;
and far away, too far to hear
close enough to see
blurred lines of
dark cement
****** sidewalk, and
silver pain that glides in swiftly,
Light that shines brighter than
all else behind
neon OPEN sign
flickering above
a man sleeping, and leaking into the gutter.
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