park bench blues
the sunlight is imprisoned behind the walls of dark clouds clouds that begin to weep and sob children run for cover like cockroaches when the light is flicked on light that never finds some people An elderly man walks by bent strongly into the wind wind that reminds me of time trying to claim him newspapers dance through the air a strange ballet of garbage garbage that lives and breaths in the city at last the sun breaks free but he is quickly caught again caught like me, with the park bench blues Written May 27th, 2001 © on May 28 2001 12:04 AM PST 0 • 1
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"the sunlight is imprisoned..."