Monday, December 28, 2015

Wood To Bring In, Parking Lots To Cross

I
rocked
the free world
sprinting to those
department stores
used up all their
toilet paper.

I
stepped
over people
sleeping

in their shoes

studied

the wind
dancing.

I
showed up
on the page
in the sun
using
a write-in-the-rain

to document
the sister war.

Just when I thought
it might be over
it started up again
a fault of its own
so freely applied.







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