segunda-feira, 26 de novembro de 2012

Waiting for December



under the bridge a train shoots 
out like a rollercoastercar

a man watches a duck checking cigarette 
ends and paper cups for food

dry leaves in the gutter(how much i've
missed the moon

blurred above streetlights)and crates of 
vegetables against the wall(a winter 

night like any other)

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