June 13

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poetry / Uncategorized

Morning arrives like an unwelcome guest,
I have no place for it.

Colder than I thought, caught
in sudden rain and the tyranny

of the parking lot attendant.
What sort of medium for this

sort of canvas? Nothing indelible,
even my footsteps echoing

in the cavernous garage seem
too bold a statement.

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