QED

poesy

a centipede of cause

drizzle hits

the oil soaked road_______

while i wait

in  line to check out

the array of buzzards

feeding on the  aspirations

and dreams of another:::

the sound signalling movement

stalls us___

we weep on the church steps

doors now shut

and the breath is

turned into phlogiston…

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