Writing

Losing it

This street recalls
An endless game
Of broken lights
And cellophane
Convenience
Constructed curbs
A wad of gum
A sprayed curse word
And through it all
I find myself
When I’m less tired
In better health
Among the crowd
The great unwashed
Gratious still
A human lost

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