Waiting for December
blurred above streetlights)and crates of
night like any other)
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
missed the moon
blurred above streetlights)and crates of
vegetables against the wall(a winter
night like any other)
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