Friday, October 25, 2013


On dirty gritty

Some find some dreams

Find some hope

And streets dusted

Find some schemes

Make plans through the mixing of words

Old coffee cups

Creamers like sea shells

Find some hope

Rivers of rain

Take fall leaves

Caught in drains

There is no hope
Right now

There is no hope

It’s dark and cold and


Finally I can pull a feeling from my soul

On the side of the road

A bright and sunny Friday

It’s all dark in the ditches

No more hope that dreams

Just come true

There’s a lot of work ahead

Orange flags

To make anything work

Digging with spades

And place my dreams

Like dirt on the sidewalk

And turn them into poems

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