Saturday, May 30, 2009

June

The air is cool, the sky is warm
As I once fled this place
With gravel grey hurt
On the soles of my feet
Once cringed of the mud sliding sideways through my toes

Sterility, chemicals, taught lessons
Jitters of glass
And
When the street light goes off
Because the light flies over
Not for despiration
For without staying up the night
I could not see the dawn

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