Poem # 38

19 Sep

Fairies pissing in
tin pie pans
as the sun sinks
ever lower in the
sky.

Street lights
blink and flicker
into being.
Giants dance
around the
stacked shopping
carts.

Orange scars
on the face of
the horizon.

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