Tagged: concrete

somehow we are done

somehow we are done
with one another and this
is what it feels like –
packing six inches
of dirt over concrete
and imploring warmer
memories to grow
.
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here – across blocks of

here – across blocks of
concrete and locked
gates, in a seemingly
deserted perimeter –
is a sign of the times:
a gathering, some
companionship, maybe
camaraderie, but
definitely no deliveries
.
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even two blades of

in the concrete

in the concrete
heat, the city
always rubs
back,
and no one
apologizes
for impatience
.
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