Four Pieces
Carnival is here.
Crowds jam the street with laughter.
He plays solitaire
High above the street
A lonely window shines bright.
Love is sold tonight.
Sits by the window
In a smoky, crowded bar.
Life passes him by
Crumpled note on floor
Tells the story of love gone.
Time now for dying.
Copyright © Jerry Bolton | Year Posted 2009
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