This Town
this town cries
thru nights
in sirens, in
flashing lights-
it is the fear
that shakes the
air, not the cold-
sight swivelling
fast, hasty &
unclear. the day
sighs, exhales
hard, blinds the
eyes.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2008
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