The CommuteA Poem by Eos
Nothing
is sadder than summer "
With its noisy braid of cars, glutting lanes Like ants or stars ready to burn Where the boiling ink of hate and heat Stains the streets through careless turns While testing shallow sympathies Under the unlikeable sun. © 2011 Eos |
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