MovementA Poem by MarshallThe city is slick with neons winking at unwary pedestrians inviting wallets into opening up credit cards and false dreams of luxury. Few care about seduction. The rain drops gently scattering sparkles that nobody cares about. None. at 5pm the only interesting pathway is home. All. Day pulls its shutters close and the nightlights imitate day. Author NotesOptional © . All rights reserved, 8 days ago© 2014 Marshall |
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