Wednesday, September 14, 2016

street view

street view, of you,
of me
curbside, unglued.
set apart
from the crowd, different
by genetics
or
where we were left
alone.
from here
we see eye to eye.
cheek
to cheek.
grim bone to grim bone.
this is where we live,
where,
we shall, unless
risen
by some unseen hand,
die.

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