Street Corner With No Calvary In Sight
the sound catches wind as it blows down the barren street
it rises and falls like an unplanned symphony of sighs
punctuated by freeway traffic in the distance
drifting in and out of its volume as eyes
try to focus through blurring cold
not too cold, not as cold as it
can get in other parts of
the world, where
steel is hidden
under snow
a white
blanket
that covers
everything with
a shimmering mirage
that seems so mystic as it
glistens in the moonlight of
distant daydreams that take me
away from here for a moment that
I need to know its not so bad right now
feeling the missing and the heartaches of
years gone by while I lose my eyesight on this
lonely street corner as people all over the world
suffer a little more than me in increments that can be
measured by world news and body counts piling high in
adverse reaction to the hope some keep close in their hearts
that it will get better, maybe not today, maybe some day, maybe
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