Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog
Moving right along with you

City

Fire engine red, high school uniforms, hydrant yellows, leaves all over,

Stand on the sewer, down by the lake front, looking for something.

Buses zip by that aren’t even near us, raven black gates never opened so wide,

Beside the bar that never closes and people lined up.

for Dr. Dude….

by Laz.F. 28/1/2010

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