Crowded Solitude
Once more, a tired tarp shields
and saves him tonight
from the dreary drizzle that
deadens his sight;
these days solitude has been
the trash can fire
he's been huddling around
in fevered desire
with fellow wanderers warming
weary hands,
on their fingers college rings,
wedding bands.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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