Thoughts on a Stormy Night
(excerpt)
THOUGHTS ON A STORMY NIGHT
I’ve seen your eyes in the subway cars
Wanting to scream out I’ll never end
hoping for the good in men’s lies.
Traffic is clogged like arteries. Lungs are filled
like ashtrays of history
what we have learned, who we have warned, and how we thought it might end.
My fingers are bare. No more words to declare.
The argument is over. The storm is coming.
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