Sunday, March 30, 2014
flicker of the third bulb on the freeway
whatever little
was left of what you thought
you took from my heart
in plastic salad containers
found in midtown delicatessens
found that evening
gave it legs of vapor
it rose and joined the space
found around the lightbulbs
atop a lonely freeway
and made it blue
to illustrate the sea
of casual indifference
sometimes one creates
when they drown in their own confusion
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