Empty Church Parking Lots With Tow Away Signs Poem by Wes Thompson
Empty Church Parking Lots With Tow Away Signs
he watches the ground
as I count the clouds
we walk down the street
without making a sound
the pavement's uneven
so we measure our steps
and we leave what was kept
for time to recollect
I may, for a moment
bind our eyes without thought
and borrow excuses
to burn beliefs that I bought
wind erases the warmth
left behind as we pass
where we stood for a moment
until the moment wouldn't last
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5/12/2024 8:08:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very precise but elaborate too! Thompson, this poem deserves a TEN from my side...keep posting.