sirens in distance
someone’s not sleeping tonight
my heart wanders far
sirens in distance
someone’s not sleeping tonight
my heart wanders far
cigarette butts point
voices chit chatting in tree
migratory birds
steady plop, plop, plop
all day long in rain puddles
even birds are hushed
headlights reflecting
sheen on road surface obscures
lines dividing lanes
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come rain: wash away our skins
make all of us color blind
her hair all covered
old couple hold hands walking
not their street of dreams