Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni.
Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows
whose stench infuses the handful of homes,
whose sad voices storm the plains with longing.
Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni.
Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows
whose stench infuses the handful of homes,
whose sad voices storm the plains with longing.
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A Night in Downtown Dallas (Coldhearted)
A single sheet of bluish haze transposed for stars above my city.
What once was green, is gray. Empty towers. Long shadows. Rats
I cannot see are scuttering down the alleys, picking their way
through puddles past a coat that keeps a heart from winter.
I slip past the huddled mass and hope there is no child, too.