Sunday, April 8, 2018

10,711. FRESHETTE

FRESHETTE
I sensed a long cartwheel going into
the night. Two headlights, shining
down a dark, bleak, street. No one
talks here anymore. Even the loud
girls have now gone quiet. There's
another new smokestack I notice :
Sewaren Generating Station again.
The slow train thunders its load past
the park where the wild dogs play.

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