Wednesday, September 9

slow motion sometimes

W8

those crowds
move on

but I lurk here

looking for you

there are backs
with necks
above them

I know you are here

I am not going anywhere

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  2. "there are backs
    with necks
    above them"

    i like the rhythm of this, fits perfectly between the staccato pace of the one line stanzas

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