Jesse Marasco Poems

The power lines are singing.
An electric sigh  for the technological age..

All day and night the lights are glowing,
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Nuts and bolts,
Nuts and bolts,
oh, the grind of these nuts and bolts,
The rusted parts that conjoin my faults.
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The ghosts in the windows,
watching the birds flying by.

You in the garden,  
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A mere dropp of rain falling towards an ocean a world it's size.
How lonely it falls,
unknowing of the worth in it's weight. 
Watching it's peers glisten big and proud.
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