Post ID: 246

a dampened early walk to the bus just boots on frosty grass, night lifting slowly from ground
a crocodile blinking its dewy eye in the still cold air before me

at the corner is one car hinged on its side, another swept wide and sideways
glass and fear and pooling fuel. the tear of folding steel gone
sucked into air with the reversing night

the first true noise has come and gone without me. it is the absence of it that rises up
to welcome a day without pause – unaware of what it has taken.

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