Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, August 14, 2015
on the streets, something else
You can tell a city is merciless by its streets,
cloaked in open spaces, lamp-posts here
half-chipped, tree-old stones there
paving the land, for the feet’s joy
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