Stolen Wrapping Paper Poem by Eric Cockrell

Stolen Wrapping Paper



stolen wrapping paper,
covering boxes reused,
worn and tattered....

on lonesome street corners,
cigarettes crushed beneath
well known strangers feet....

lights flash, windows empty,
horns blow, motors running....
no direction home!

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