Newness Poem by jan hansen

Newness

Newness
she walks slow
I sit on a bench
waiting for her
in cracks I see
the beginning
of newness
among fag butts
office worker
sits here when
there is a break
today is sunny
I face the new sun
she catches up
sits slowly down
and speaks
we need a new kitchen

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