Now Is Lit
Tonight
I rediscovered
Boulevard of Broken
Dreams on a jaunt through
Glasgow’s October-lit streets. Rain
drippin’ off chin. Momentarily wishing
I was more like I was back then. Funny how
I’m now bolder to touch. This strange & honeyed
melancholia…. how it grins already for each tomorrow.
Copyright © Erin Beckett | Year Posted 2023
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