A piece
of a ouija board
sits in the Los Angeles River
as the inky crows squawk nearby
I pace
along this polluted trickle
of a river
as the crows flutter by
Apace
a runner darts near
without his mask
I shudder
Ashes
ashes
we all
fall down
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
A piece
of a ouija board
sits in the Los Angeles River
as the inky crows squawk nearby
I pace
along this polluted trickle
of a river
as the crows flutter by
Apace
a runner darts near
without his mask
I shudder
Ashes
ashes
we all
fall down
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