big break
i
have walked on for too long
noticing
nothing but my own thoughts
worrying
about my grey hairs
knowing
full well
that
i stirred cream & sugar into my coffee
with
a flathead screwdriver this morning
the
bittersweet smell in the air
the
mixture of funk on the lake breeze
sewer
fumes & smoke plumes from automobile exhaust pipes
barely
noticing the sirens & hostile squealing brakes
the
flowers fight through the traffic
all
i want to do is hear my friend
sing
to the delight of strangers
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