August 23, 2019

antiquated desires rust in the heart yar






slate gray shingled beneath powder blue
smudged cloud doors sigh open spill
leather-belted exhausted 
dayglo  
construction workers
onto the side that burns she strolls
dark hearts 

shield her eyes from the glare
subtle mint tingle so barely there
car free but not care free
an e-scooter zips by.







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