Don’t Cry - Poem by David Blake
The missing card, the 8 hearts
is now gone from the deck. The heat
coming off the blacktop driving me insane,
why can’t I turn the music down.
Ignoring the pain she lies asleep naked on
the floor and the black bird flies away
without a sound. It has been a long time
coming but I now I am ready to go home.
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