Bleak Street
getting into a taxi
I asked the driver
to take me to Bleak Street
not heard of Bleak Street,
he said, but it sounds depressing
run down, uninspiring
desperate
bleak
I got out of the taxi
thanks, I said
how much do I owe you
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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