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Mar 2018
a cracked slab of
concrete
knocked
on the front door.

"i ache of
tread and
winter
wind."

it shuttered,
turned a frigid purple
(by
winter
solstice),
and looked
at its watch.

(5:55 A.M.)

another repetition
of an engine revving.

another star
brilliantly,
silently,
waving
goodnight.

another coffee cup
becoming
hot
and then,
becoming
cold.
ahmo
Written by
ahmo  Portland, ME
(Portland, ME)   
  630
     liz, b e mccomb, HA and Lu Lu
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