bystanders pt. 2

Poetry & Prose June 10, 2018

the city gives up composition at night,
lights swelling, like moisture on a cloth sky,
words like comets burn thick air,
she has a heartbeat; 2am, 5am, a blue hue shadow on the leaves,
if you see a field, you have to run through it,
nobody is a bystander

Print by Paul Fusco Robert Kennedy Funeral Train

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