a stroll

Contemporary Poetry
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I walked alone b/c
the streets were attempting
to be white
I’m all sorts of blues
so what a contrast that was,
when I found the open boulevard
imitating a mouth or lights
exactly like my sparkling daze-hood,
the shadows were falling everywhere
like broken pieces of love,
I could hear cars, reminding me
that I’m nothing but a drive;
I was hoping for a journey but found
myself crushing little roads of silence
blinking sadly,
remonstrating:
am i the only poet out here
tonight?

 

 

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3 thoughts on “a stroll

  1. Very haunting. I really admire these lines:

    I could hear cars, reminding me
    that I’m nothing but a drive;
    I was hoping for a journey but found
    myself crushing little roads of silence

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