emptiness looking for tenants
a library with no books
being read
but full of people talking.
the starfish dancing
in whirlpools of fire
slabs of light underbelly
spineless me
reading landfall
lurking in other poet minds
watching metaphors
like meteors
bounce off innocent images
some jackass will graffiti
the walls and windows
we will need to decipher those squiggles
as art
guessing. guessing
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,2 months ago
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