Amsterdam
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Those little bridges
Perfect eyebrows
Half-moons
trampled by feet
that don't care
callously tarry.
The questions in
extinguished glances
a play staged for
dwindling feet
for faces are shameful
from corners of eyes
under fading half moon
a price charged
negotiated in the red glare
of evening wet cobblestones.
The heavy sweet scent
nickers around corners
eyebrows raised
over glassy eyes
sitting between evening
hordes of cut-off legs
senseless lemmings
that walk, walk
to nowhere.
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August 21, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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