fallen or discarded
wept where she lay
arrested in dream
March 28, 2021
March 26, 2021
busker
no matter how
overcast you
can never really
see his eyes
glassed against even
the possibility of
sun, leans
hooded & camouflaged
against the rail on
5th & Washington
summons a quiet
storm through song.
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