postcardA Poem by rbrt99Maybe we belong together looking at the transit trains with sides like scuffed chalkboards. Maybe we belong, reclused. A single museum gallery postcard on the bare wall. Maybe we belong lost to our children, inspired by a new longing. Maybe we belong On the window’s edge, feet on the iron landing trying to see with just one eye, trying to survive with just one heart. © 2016 rbrt99 |
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Added on June 1, 2016Last Updated on June 1, 2016 Author |