Monday, August 15, 2022

The coin of a gone realm
shining on an empty road.

Wheels in gray churning transit
bone sockets for the trains that pass.

Uptown, on the frolicsome curb,
a trio of hourglass beauties
in owl masks
begging for the blessed light
that sticks to the ribs.
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