Tuesday, April 3, 2012

never thought


the rivers,
clean water
stream leaving
early last
century

            concrete crown,
            sky brown
            smokestacks,
            round

they eat
wax paper
white bread
sandwiches
with dirty
hands

            they all
            smile
            laugh, think
            she loves me,
            she loves me
            for me

even with
my hands
dirty           

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