3/15/2026 for Musings On A Bench Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
the bus bench on Hollywood and Highland, crisp wind blows through a city in decay, situated halfway in time between nineteen-twenties Tinseltown and twenty-twenties tourist trap, hard like ice on an eighteen year old butt, worked off on the night shift, eking out rent in a strange new world, on my own
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