Thursday, December 8, 2022

Tragedy Treasure

side of the marred road 
scattered in the high grass
summer morning bus stop
alluring cubes of window glass

shining lurid bright as stars
vivid in a void black sky
astral condition car collision now
diamonds to a sheltered child’s eye

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