Lonesome Whistle
Behind on my rent…
the door slamming behind
A beggar of memories,
doomed to remind
Last boxcar of hope
on a railway of dreams
From here to tomorrow
—trapped in between
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
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