January 04, 2020

Amid gray time we retrieve license
From a tattered plastic bag
That lay between tired shoes
Where a million feet once rested
Crawling beneath the light
To erupt into daytime
We are high as the sun
Cutting shadows out of cardboard
As a song carves thirsty air
Passing names and numbers
Drawn down an iron rope line
Ever closer to the center of the world

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