chain-link fence

dirt
grime and
faded ink

black crows
on
the sunken
power line

rusted metal—
weathered poster—
signs of
effort long since failed

a man
on the edge of
Shadow Street

head in hands

hands on knees



grey…
is it the colour of

sunshine?
long gone are
the traces of cloud

but still
the rain won’t
stop





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IamtheshyStargirl said...
Feb. 29, 2012 at 6:53 pm
This poem is like a stretched-out haiku to me, it's got the same sort of bitter-sweet emotion and a far-eyed sort of whisper-voice to it, The last verse especially.
 
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