Carts In FogPosted on March 22nd, 2009 No comments
The lot steps off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
The car leaves a line of breath.
Sedan the colour of rust,
Wheels, dolorous wobbles —-
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,
A bag left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Streets melt my heart.
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark asphalt.
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