The City Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
The City
the howling wind carried me
I’ve had nothing
but my useless scarred skin
at the bottom of the lake
laid pieces of broken pages
of dreams and could-have-beens
a skidding car runs me over
I held on to a rope
that fell from the clouds
I took a petal from a flown flower
got me rolling down a hill
the city rearranges
I stand on squirming grounds
the lights clap their hands
all is wrong, where to belong?
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