Tuesday, February 23, 2010


There is a place for it
and it is an empty side
walk on an empty side
street with no cars or

foot traffic rumbling by
but no hay bails either
just a couple of drops
of water falling from a

now grey sky

concrete and glass
seem so cold but why are
we so at home in them
and why are we not awake

yet?



-JM 2010
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