Running into The Future

The jibber-jabber of hidden teeth

Sketched on the wall of a bright winter day

Has led them all away

Into a land where nothing stays.

I lay on the sidewalk,

A sucked and spat out

Cherry pit,

With still some hope of earth

Rain, bleak sun,

Not even a shoe to kick me over.

They have all gone ahead

chasing that shifting

might be glimmer song.

How does it go?

Little by little, too late,


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