"brodway" poems
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the sky is filled with nothing
no clouds
no birds
no stars
no airplanes
a single leaf strolling
its midday walk
on the brodway sky
is nowhere to be seen
the surface
of the great pond ripples
in the eyes
of all those people
their tilted heads
brim-filled with thoughts
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC