August 11

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A pink gray sky
no sleep dead heat

every few seconds
a car rolls down

the street like a sigh
like a slow-moving wave

and the star I thought
I saw was only a plane

and no birds sing
even though it’s more

morning than night
now I’ve watched

every single lonely hour
crumple and go on

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12 Comments

  1. Pola says

    Cheer up dear C! Don’t let existence weigh too heavily on you! You’re writing about the kind of beauty that aches.

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