Scrunched Blue Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Scrunched Blue
There are more terrible places
Than graves.
The marketplace,
The carnival,
A flophouse,
The train stations.
The cold concrete stares
At you like the abyss.
And it only takes
So short to realize
That in these broken places
We are most alive.
Friday, January 27, 2012
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