IN AN INSTANT
Meander with me while the red light stands.
It seems it will never change and there are
no words to fill up the space : two channels
are flowing (Had I not known death had undone
so many?) Yet another pigeon atop the pole?
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The false promise runs past the street - flowing
the gutter where the bluesman sits. He tries playing
for the money they give, but nothing seems to work.
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